Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
First of all...stop making excuses. Second of all...Fuck the surgeon generals warning
I just found a babydoll head in my sink where we ripped it off and did shots out of it.
He chucked my pickle at the bouncer. Fucker, I wanted that.
i love all of you. Physical. Emotional. Mental. All of it. When we speak i feel like a feather or a dragon depending on the conversation ...
I'm deep cleaning my room right now. Not sure if it actually needs it or if I'm just trying to symbolically cleanse myself of the last 24 hours.
It's like a squid of pain has attached to my head and it spreading it's whorey tentacles all over.
My tits, and hanging out behind a hotel eating pizza.
Nobody knows who they are, but they have an ice luge so they are welcome in my book
well if they don't get here soon...no fuck it, I'm going to the strip club.
I lost my bar virginty and made out with a dwarf. It was a good night
walk of shamed to graduation. ending college with a bang....
Currently looking up Winnie-the-Pooh porn.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DRIVE 3 HOURS FOR BIRTHDAY SEX.
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