hahahahahahhahahahaha. 26, Dominican, has a funny accent, thinks I'm hot. Tots boning.
yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
life lesson learned today: sleeping pills and laxatives don't mix.
Hard to imagine a reason apart from blow jobs that I'm awake at 530 am.
I'm returning our mountain of beer cans, while wearing a Budweiser sweatshirt. i don't look like an alcoholic.
We need to either drink and not go to waffle house or go to waffle house and not drink. I need to know which is causing these shits.
Ps. I feel like I may pee myself this weekend. Either drunkenly or out of excitement. Toss up
I fell asleep on the bus and woke up in Italian Las Vegas. Europe was a successful continent for me.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
He told me we shouldn't hang out because it would be weird and then snap chatted me a picture of his dick
Yes, if by 'finishing my business' you mean vomiting in her bathtub and losing my watch.
Someone somewhere has a picture of me vomiting in a bus stop trash can while a drag queen held my hair for me.
Pride claims another victim
Just ate an entire BBQ chicken pizza this better go to my tits
I'll screw just about anything, but I draw the line there
I am high. And my mom surpised me today. Now i am high and with my mom....bad idea
Randomize
