I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
They normally just get fucked up and see who can hold their hand on the exhaust the longest. It's great
The look I see on guys faces when they realize my nipples are pierced remind me of when my mom used to come home from the grocery store and surprise me with poptarts.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
Standing in a circle of girls fistpumping to the word "hospital" while taking shots.... I don't see this ending well, but its fucking fun.
Every time you started making out for him we all cheered for you... that's what sorority sisters do - they cheer you on when you make bad life decisions at the bar.
We're all just looking at each other quietly, hoping that no one brings up last nights shenanigans.
We created a neighborhood watchdog drinking game
You thought you were drunk? I woke up at 6 o'clock this morning with a cheeseburger in my left hand a drink in my right with my window half way down. it was raining.... fml
I was dancing with a blow torch in one hand and a bowl of weed in the other
Nothing says Happy Holidays like sending a picture of your ass to the wrong manager.
Well. I hope my dad likes whatever sweater stoned me picks out.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
i don't want him to see me in a bathing suit.
hasn't he seen you naked?
well yeah, but it's different in a bathing suit.
None of what you just said was coherent
I just bought wine at a gas station what the hell do you expect
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