some kid came into the principals office and tried to explain what he was sent there for through interpretive dance.
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
HAH. HARRY POTTER CASUAL CONVO HAS BEEN EXTENDED TO DISCUSSING WEATHER. SO PRO
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
He sent me a picture of his ass and said the backdoor is open. Almost grabbed my keys and a condom before I saw it was a group text. Not nearly drunk enough for his desperation.
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
i spilled a box of white cheddar cheezits on the bathroom floor about 2 days ago. when i went back to the house he yelled at me from the bathroom: "THANKS FOR THE CHEEZITS, I'll ALWAYS HAVE A SNACK FOR WHEN IM SHITTING NOW!"
These freshman guys were trying to holler at me from their window, and I realized about 20 minutes too late that the best possible reaction at that time would've been screaming "FLACCID PENIS". Oh, and I found this awesome zombie charm bracelet you would love.
The little girl I'm babysitting is having a tea party, the water and chips she's passing out are doing wonders for my hangover.
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
I thought we agreed to no sexting at the school bake sale...
I woke up at her place in a kids bed hearing Sesame Street. She doesn't have kids!
I drank Dr. Pepper and instant breakfast mix together and threw up sober for the first time.
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