That's intense
just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
I totally understand Scottish logic. No underwear+skirt=great
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
did i get hit in the head with a hammer? someone just asked me...
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
that's probably because you left your arm in the fishtank for 90% of the night
You know you gotta reevaluate your life when the first thought that comes to mind after you wake up is 'at least I'm still alive'
I never thought I would be having sex behind a shower curtain that wasn't in a bathroom.
Too many penises have met your hands. Stop or die.
That's what tomorrow is for. It's like bloodletting. Except with shame and liquor.
So hungover. I'm getting too old for trolloping around in disco shorts going shot for shot with well behaved underclassmen in an effort to lure them to the dark side of alcoholism and liver failure.
Also, my aunt grabbed my phone and downloaded the scriptures. Apparently I need Jesus.
Fuck you. I've got onesies to keep me warm at night. And this bottle.
Who is naked dude in the kitchen?
Randomize
