Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
At the hair cuttery. A father here with his daughter just answered his phone "ken's whorehouse"...Now I remember why I used to pay more for haircuts.
im downtown. alone. lost. drunk. dressed as santa. dont find me. i just heard someone say mechanical bull.
I locked the porch door but I left a spare key on top of the keg on the side of the house
I decided that Calgary can keep my underwear. They earned it.
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
fun fact: in my eskimo family tree i am the only brunette
Mom called her a cunt. I think that's code for "don't bring her over ever again."
I think I just figured out how to make weed tea in the coffeemaker.
I get off at 11. but they've been letting me go early cuz I've been crying a lot
I've been sober for almost two weeks and it's been the worst two weeks ever. Even my mom told me I need to start drinking again.
He wants me to fart in his mouth and is offering me SOOOO much coke. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. GIVE ME ADVICE.
... why is there baby oil , black socks and frozen hot dogs in the sink this morning ?
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
He ate me out in the warehouse on a pallet of sunlight soap. I fucking love night shift!
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