dont quote avril lavinge. im to drunk.
My pussy is not your playground.
chatroulette drinking game turned into a foursome.
Someone shattered a urinal.
I can feel the alcohol in my calves
It's like my butt was the only innocence I had left and now I don't even have that.
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
Only thing I got out of his drunken Spanish is something that sounded like "pencil sharpener." Damn rosetta stone.
Apprently after I bit that bouncer, it all went down hill.
I last recall trying to play piano and asking justin for drugs. I would like to think I then gracefully laid down on the couch and shut my eyes like a sleeping kitten.
You fell in the corner and refused to get up unless someone helped you. And then you crawled under the pool table and took a nap.
I spent the whole ride asking the cabbie if people ever have sex back there, and if he wanted me to make that number one higher.
if i get arrested im counting on you to get a picture of it
it was cool until he whispered 'sounds like you need a good dicking' with a completely serious face and i just lost it
found a note from drunk me saying "don't worry i fed the mice". WHAT MICE?
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