Let's roleplay tonight. I'll be drunken diva and you be sexy sober.
IF that's your way of making me dd then count me out.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
Its so hard looking at my mom and pretending I'm not dying a slow death of binge drinking
Laurln. I am dying. I am npt alive. Adderrall is not a real thing. Death is a rwal thing which I understandably
I knew my sign language would come in handy. I just used sign to coordinate a coke deal.
I hope we all get so wasted that we ride the cows again
I was informed that last night we held hands while puking on the curb outside the bar.
We just have a real special relationship.
Your stoned with a 2 year old in the room....and that makes you want to have babies?!
A guy in a gorilla mask got blown on the lawn. And then the night got weird.
You ran into the tattoo shop screaming PIERCE MY TITIES
I'll just say I told you so at your funeral
I just found three upside down bottles of grapejuice in a triangle around the air freshener above my toilet... I guess it was one of those nights
I woke up with a jacket; in it passport, hockey tickets, sunglasses, credit card, bank transactions
You where banging on the wall asking us where we hid the door...you then crawled under the deck thinking you'd be safe. I told you to eat the nachos before the party...I told you.....
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