i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i scrubbed and i still was a whore
she's throwing things again.. almost stabbed herself in the eye with a fork.
Why is it only times like these when I'm scrubbing the cum stains off my futon before my family gets here that I seriously begin to question my life choices?
At some point last night Lemondrops turned into me doing shots of vodka and eating sugar packets at the bar.
I won't be able to make it. Too hung over. Can't hold down fluids. I'm in the bathtub trying to hydrate my body through osmosis. And yes, Tequila Tuesday is totally still on for tonight.
It's been this way for a few days. I had chick fil a on Friday so this could be an attack from the Gay Gods as punishment.
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
I started having a bad trip because I closed my eyes and got lost in a forest of patterns and I knew my mom would be upset.
It's Been a while since I puked in vomit bush. I hope it doesn't feel neglected
He offered me handsanitizer after a hand job, you can't tell me he's not perfect!
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
my mom just came into my room and handed me a news paper article about women on the verge of a drinking problem... i can already tell its not about to be sunday funday
He adjusted my bra straps while I blew him.
I'm on a walk of shame carrying YOUR pants. You owe me.
Just letting you know that while you peed your pants in that guys jeep, The orgasm I had made my hair fall out... Good morning.
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