Don't really want to talk about it. You were right. She had a whole jar of toenail clippings on her nightstand that she chews on "when her fingernails are too short." Direct quote.
Hungover. Be in at noonish. Turn my monitor on and put a hot cup of coffee on my desk so the boss thinks I'm in
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
It was an igloo shaped doghouse, I was obligated to hotbox it
well once we started drinking vodka out of wine glasses there was no turning back
I don't know what I wash first. My body or my puke painted car. People are judging me as I drive by.
I just tripped out to the Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera in my car. Wayyyy to high for shuffle right now.
I'm dressed like a deranged cupcake. Let's get fucked up.
Basically, I'm sure one day I'll look back on this part of my life and be ashamed....
Yes ma'am.Im also looking at my collection of penis pictures in my email playing "who;s penis is that"?
I tried to help you up but you said "let me dance it off"
I've seen you go skiing on a Tuesday, but you think you're too good for TGI Friday's?
I've seriously never been more thankful for marijuana and my resting bitchface.
I think it might be the guy sitting next to me. I've concluded he HAS to be smuggling insane amounts of onions in his wardrobe to smell like that
Well Jon got a DUI sleeping in the back seat so I thought the trunk was safer. BUT WHO CARES WHY JUSE PLEASE COME LET ME OUT!
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