Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
Im broke. I spend all my money on weed cigarettes alcohol and food. In that order. I cant even cut one of those because you know it'd be food. I already stopped getting my nails done just so i could support my bad habits.
So then I sent a pic msg of the Magnum XL box to her friend
I found her sitting in the shower having an argument with the dolphins on the shower curtain.
You broke a cabinet. You were climbing up it and it collapsed on you. Lines were crossed.
I'm giving you a get out of sober free card for one of the nights
ill give you food and tequilla and penis and joy
Just retrieve me from the bathroom floor when you're done
We got a kitchen table so we would eat together more. So far we've played drunken monopoly and had sex on it.
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
I, soberly, gave myself a concussion trying to take a pic of my vagina. Fuck you and your hangover.
I miss using glorious as an adjective. I'm gonna start doing that again. And I'm gonna try to get cuntatrosphe in there some more, too.
Yeah,I'm just gonna keep fucking other guys til this idiot figures out he loves me.
HE PEED ON ME. THE MANAGER OF THE BAR.
If hypothetically I needed to puke on the bus... how would I go about doing this.
Randomize
