We raised our shot glasses and you screamed out "TO MY DAD FINALLY GOING TO REHAB!"
only you would end up drunk at a subway with a one-eyed homeless man
I woke up and took my shirt off, and there was what I was assume to be pieces of tree in my chest hair. Any ideas about that one?
The girl in the hotel room next to us walked out at the same time as me this morning. She just shook her head, looked at me and said, "faker." Is it that easy to tell?!??
The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too many for my pride.
Can we make a pact that if we're 40 and still sluts that aren't married we can get civil unioned the fuck up and raise an asian baby as our own?
I think my body is literally trying to get me to reproduce. "fuck someone! Anyone!" - my body
Please send me a thumbs up pic afterwards. No homo. After you've redressed and are heading for the walk of shame out of course
its not like i called off work either time for the purpose of tripping, it was more like well, i have nothing to do now today, there is acid and im only human.. but twice
I'm 99% sure I just flashed my dad with my vagina. So that's the new low now.
There's something really beautiful about walk of shaming past the Capitol.
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.
Why thank you for your unwanted opinion, person I've never met before.
Omg in one week, two guys with their own names tattooed on their bodies had their tongues in my mouth. Self loathing shall commence now.
I think he may actually care that I call him slampiece instead of his real name. Who knew he had feelings?
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