Im broke. I spend all my money on weed cigarettes alcohol and food. In that order. I cant even cut one of those because you know it'd be food. I already stopped getting my nails done just so i could support my bad habits.
I feel like after all he sees, the dog needs to get baptized.
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
I'm concerned you might be passed out on a random rooftop right now. Not concerned enough to do anything about it. Hope you're alive. Goodnight.
Come, dress lightly, bring tequila...
I don't know how I'm going to know it's her, I only know what she looks like with a wig on
SHE COULD ALREADY BE HERE AND I WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW
your vagina must have magic restorative powers I feel rested and powerful this morning.
I just read through our messages from yesterday and realized we both referred to me tearing my penis as a good thing. What the fuck.
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.
Oh yeah and one of the strippers brought you chips and water when you were passes out next to the toilet. So that was nice
Dude, please tell me you know why there's a naked chick asleep outside my room.
I definitely don't remember licking the drag queens boob.
He got you flowers. How bad can the sex really be?
Omg there's puke under my pillow. Clearly I puked and tried to hide it. From myself. \n
We should form a club for all of us that have stabbed a sibling with a fork!
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