My sheets at my parents place are clean. No braveheart but I can paint myself, yell "freedom", and sword fight you with my cock. So come over.
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
If Jimminey Cricket were here with me he would be so disappointed.
ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
Does puking on your bio final mean I can retake it?
she peed on how many people?
i dont care how hungover you are, go back to the frat house and get him. HE IS 11.
Clusterfucked is a frowned upon word in work related emails
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
we went to go get waffles and then i sucked his dick in a parking lot. average tuesday.
On a side note, my ex husband offered to buy me shrooms
she's throwing knives it scares me
update: broke ceiling. glass everywhere
Dad smells like hangovers and 65 years of bitterness
i told you i was taking the Metra Train, and you asked what type of drug that was.. so yes i believe you when you say you were fucked up
You mentioned his name and i threw up a little.
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