I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
you said you didn't feel like drinking anymore so you mixed vodka with your applesauce and ate it
duuuude. vodka popsicles DO NOT function.
Just bought a pack of cigs...gas station guy informed me i took off my underwear and tried to pop a squat by the milk last night...
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
I'm hoping they send me home from work drunk.
Hardest I think I've ever had to work for a shack. Whatevs. Still gonna get my way though. I'll start respecting myself on Monday
I'm starting to think I didn't bring enough liquor for this family Christmas.
It's 2 pm....
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
I found us a new booze connection and I'm writing college admissions essays. The future is bright.
You made out with him a lot. Almost as much as you told everyone Paul was the zamboni guy.
Not sure but if it exists I will find it and I will fill my face with it
His dick isn't even good enough to be this much of an asshole
Was I just dreaming, or was there a corpse at work last night?
She was just sleeping.
Is it bad that I'm kind of disappointed by that?
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