Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
Packed at 6 am completely wasted. Damage assessment: 12 pairs of socks (no underwear), a flashlight, 3 shorts, shot glass, 8 sweaters, puff paint, one sneaker.
I haven't even gone in yet. I'm sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call "Who else is here for AA".
One person in the car. Three blizzards. Alot of judging.
I had one margarita and got the worst headache of my life... its like my liver has senior week ptsd
i feel like you're just hanging onto the edge of functioning wino.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
i'm just sitting here going through her tagged pics, covering up different parts of her face to try and figure out exactly what it is that makes her so ugly.
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
Guess who just screamed "Everything happens for a reason!!" in the abortion clinic. This girl.
Either im tripping real hard, or there's a legit land shark in my apartment.
He walked into the bar, took a deep sniff and said "this place is fertile and ready for my seed" then calmly walked to the service area
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
When the hubs wants to wear his training mask during sex and pretend to be Bane you just go with it.
look im sitting on my bathroom floor in my underwear snorting cocaine can we talk about this later
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