So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
false alarm. still invincible.
You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
sober me hid the cigs from drunk me. sober me is a tricky bitch.
She keeps stunt undies in her bag, 2 sizes too small. She leaves them behind so the guy thinks he was luckier than he was...
Look dude I'm sorry I used your bong to snorkel in my bathtub last night
We left the bar in 2 bicycle cabs. It cost thirty bucks and they took us to the wrong hotel. When we finally made it to the right one we ended up in a room with three randos from alaska. Jammed out with them for like an hour. Those inuits are good guitar players
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
The other guys kept waking up so I hid... Like, dick in mouth, hiding in his sleeping bag
I almost took a picture but it looked like he might have a shank and I'm just not at a place in my life where I could handle having tetanus
She's licking the whiskey out of the carpet. I think we may be soulmates.
Btw when I was saying "fuck you" I meant it like "be quiet beautiful princess"
No fucking Jell-O shots or meth. Those are the rules
I need to align my fucking chakras
He's the douchy one who wouldn't let me rip his shirt off, right?
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