Its about making memories worth repressing
The more I throw up, the more I am remembering exactly what I drank last night...in order.
this stripper weighs a pound. I feel like I should tip her in food.
You kept spitting the skittles out cause you said they tasted like "balls of sandpaper"
My professors need to stop cancelling class. Bad things happen when I have too much free time on my hands. Bad things.
you took my bottle from me saying i was unprepared for its magical qualities. then you buckled it in the backseat.
i have this gut feeling friday is going to be interesting.\nAnd by interesting I mean I feel like im going to get punched in the face by his girlfriend.
I saw a stripper quit while on stage to months ago nothing you tell me will amaze me
Drunkasaurus has found a new cave to eat all the children she captured
I need to get you away from Bacardi 151 and out from under the bed
A black suburban rolled up and a scary suited guy got out the passenger side and opened the door for her as she got in. Then drive off. Who did I just fuck?
How do I tell her I need the lights out when I'm getting head because she and my mom share a perm color
so it turns out the huge bruises on my knees are from drunk bmxing and not getting railed from behind on the ground
and ill have you know that I only wiped out twice
I slept on her porch...in her dads handcuffs
I woke up naked and alone this morning. What a life
Thanks for driving us home last night. Also, blanket apology for anything I may have said/done. I blacked out sometime near the t-shirt cape incident
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