So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
Just got back from doctors appt. He lied. It wasn't a pimple on his dick.
You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
you ran down to the water at 3am and rolled in the sand and ran around screaming that you were the corn dog monster.
Why is there not a 'day after acid' genre. Or even a pandora station or something.
He threw up in the campfire, the alcohol in his puke caught on fire. Im marrying this man
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
My halloween constume SCREAMS "Hey i just got done with a shitty relationship and I'm DTF"
We need to go back to the barter system so I can sell my body and just be done with it.
I send out my deepest condolences for seeing my ass last night.
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
He said I was doing well, so I stopped mid blow job to compliment his grammar. You could say I like intellectuals
he never texted me back from last night. i think brining out the suction cup dildo was a mistake
Used my brand new sperrys as a trash can to throw up in and woke up with someone's random key in my hair...new year new me:)
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