From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.
He leaned out the window to puke right as the fan for the ac turned on. All of it blew back up into his face.
yeah, but the first step is admitting you have a problem, the next step is kidnapping him
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
The only image of you you know is from reflections or pictures. Its 2d. But what other people see is 3d. How do you know that's your real face! MIND.BLOWN.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
"I vaguely remember the Health and Safety Inspector walking into my room this morning while I was passed out naked. That's one way to get it over with quickly."
The only thing I remember from last night is being naked in his bed if that's not summer drinking at it's finest then I don't wanna live anymore
When I was drunk texting him about three ways he seemed more interested in just seeing me. And that's when I knew something was wrong with him
painting my nails while super high-drunk. Ended up painting my entire hands. Both.
All I found in my purse this morning was 160 cigarettes and a fistful of confetti.
I was so high last night I honestly think my tears were medicinal
I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna touch it, I just want it in me.
Ran into my FWB on my walk of shame and went back to her place. Even my walk of shames are awesome!!!
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