So drunk its hurt
are any of them hardcore sluts...just absolute worthless human beings? if not the paper wins
I want to spend time with you, and by time, I mean real time. Not your dick in my mouth time.
The only thing that makes me want to stop the affair is that I am the Monica Lewinksy in this triangle.
I apparently spent $173 at the bar last night. The proof is in the vomit on my pillow and the receipt I tried to clean it up with.
Soooo how am i supposed to explain to my mom that i was admitted to the hospital but you kidnapped me within 20 minutes?
I feel like jumping into a breast pit right now. Like the old school ball pits at mcdonalds.
We were destined to go to rehab together
you can't just say no to brian. he was bugging me to get me to drunk for 14 hours straight yesterday. HE DOESN'T GIVE UP
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
All I remember about last st pattys day was I was in a bathtub with full bubbles, fully clothed, drinking out of a flamingo lawn ornament that someone cut a hole in.
I'm going to become fluent in fucking Belgian boys
A drunk and bleeding peter is knocking on your door... in nothing more than a sombrero, boxers and cowboy boots.
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
eating a weed cupcake with nutella on top at work. i AM a star!
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