Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
Is it bad that everytime I read or hear "Woo Hoo" I immediately think of sex because of The Sims?
It was like a Michael Bay sized explosion located in my pussy.
he wrote Vegans should suck on cow dick on her wall with permanent marker. thats how he got the black eye
It's like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
Feeling better?
I can stand long enough to do the dishes finally. Been trying that all day.
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
I own a halfway home for drunk girls, this is my life
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
Blood work from physical was all good, apparently heavy alcohol use agrees with me
I'm standing up, for my all my brothers and sisters, and fighting against whiskey dick.
So, I without a doubt haven't used the bag I'm now carrying since we were dating. Just had to discreetly throw out an unopened magnum in a bus station.
My loniness meter has reached its peak. I just played shadow puppets using my Big Mac on the wall with my cats
My boss is paying me to come clean his house in a maid outfit and told me not to tell anyone....this is shady as fuck but I need the money
I feel asleep with my contacts in, with my arms wrapped around a bottle of vodka. Also... Do we have class today?
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