can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? can you paint with al the colors of the windddd
wasted?
im pocohantasssss
I was debating whether her purse was real then I saw her puke in it.
just weighed my balls on my pocket scale. that high.
i really should have bought real food rather than condoms, olives, coleslaw and beer...
I'll report later on the progress of the mountain orgy
at what point last night did we decide it was okay to let me hitch hike to another bar?
IM A DRUNK BIRTHDAY CLEOPATRA MESS. CELEBRATE THAT BITCH
my drunken justification for peeing in her closet was that her shoes were ugly
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I'm sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve.
struggle bus is officially taking me on a road trip to hell. If this is just the first destination, I'll jump out the fucking window.
Also the girl beside me smells like she's been in a deep fryer.
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
I can't base my relationships off of good dick and dogs.
I wanted to waterboard myself with beer, but no one would give me their shirt to do it.
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