Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
if i died would you start the facebook group?
i was so drunk that i ate a carrot out of her guiena pig's cage and thought it was normal
before we even ate breakfast we'd found an eighth of weed in some old purse she never uses. it was gone by lunch
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
Also adulthood=replacing meals with bourbon. And not getting your hair caught in a fan.
I think I collapsed a disk in my spine when I drunkenly lifted that fat girl on my shoulders to chicken fight at the pool.
I'm pretty sure "tag teaming" and "looking for stability" are not synonymous.
Not yet.
I don't know which is worse, the fact that he can say will you fuck me in so many languages or that I'm turned on because of that
We laughed. We cried. We came everywhere.
Remember when we were coked out at that house and we were trying to meditate in the bathroom? Who's house were we at?
Standing here wondering if its a good idea to cook pork chops in the toaster or not.
They're magnificent. It's like god made her last but hadn't fulfilled his boob quota.
We woke up on vday and got high and played frisbee in our living room for a couple hours and then had sex. It was probably the most romantic valentine's day i've ever had
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