weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
i signed up to donate 10 dollars a month to help the children that are being displaced in columbia because of the drug wars.. i felt obligated
Yeah getting kicked out of the bar at 1 pm really set the tone for the day.
The fact that you think you peed off a roof shows you shouldn't have been on a roof.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
Alive...but barely. Had dinner with my parents tonight which was conveniently located near where i left my car, phone, and self respect
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
ttyl tear gas
Sounds good! I plan on writing a book entitled: I've Probably Done Cocaine In Your Bathroom. A tell-all by Lauren.
Zip lining have a big frozedn drink with 151 rum chippendale pic life is GREAT
Blah blah blah. Just come home and put a baby in me.
I know I've wanted to fuck him for the past month, but when you're that hungover, the only chemistry you have is with a pillow and a gallon of water.
Pretty good. They took the stitches out but it still hurts like a bitch. The doctor says I should be off crutches by next week.
Well, that's good. Let's hope drunk you doesn't sabotage you.
Make a note to pack something that won't catch shell casings in your cleavage
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