woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
he referred to my room as the tit cave...
Now that the olympics are over we have no excuse for getting belligerently drunk for nationalism every night.
I've realized that you're the only friend i can rely on to drink with me any given day. i thank you for that.
She's been divorced three times and use to raise cock fighters. Of course I'm interested in her
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
there's a liquor store near my therapist
i might give it a shot.
Think of this as an opportunity. Like Jesus just opened up his closet, and inside is an endless supply of huge, beautiful cock.
I love my life sometimes. I do miss being an adult, from time to time, but a little vodka always changes my mind.
I can't tell if I'm getting better at doing my online spanish hw drunk or if my teacher is just grading on creativity. Either way that senoritas gettin an applebees gift card when i graduate.
When asked if they had been introduced, Damo said "No but I know we've pretty much fucked all the same girls in town"
He snapchatted me his dick and he's circumcised....BRB going to hug his Mom
are you fucking roseanne barr in there?
i just went to hell in the tanning bed. i think god is giving me a preview of what is in store if i keep getting drunk everyday.
i looked at my texts in the morning and saw that i had a full conversation with myself via text thinking it was someone else. i rejected myself
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