It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
Matt just took me to visit my puke stain from 2 weeks ago at the train station...I'm fucking impressive
I'm inventing beer flavored vodka. This raspberry shit makes me feel like a pussy.
So I put about 15 worms in the cuervo bottle. I don't think that's how it works but I feel like hallucinating by 11am
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
His cuteness will no longer contol my vagina
Idk. I was speaking metaphorically. Go for it. As one of your bad decisions, I feel confident in saying you've done worse.
MORE IMPORTANTLY I THINK I JUST WATCHED SOMEONE GET SO LONELY AS TO TURN BISEXUAL??
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
He's so in love with you that you could fuck a blood relative and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy"
all I remember is grinding on everyone in the room regardless of gender and quoting the lion king non-stop. We need to stop buying Jameson.
Well, I hope you're having fun. I'm just gonna lay here and wait for death - shouldn't be long now.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I JUST FOUND OUT I HAD PHONE SEX THE OTHER NIGHT
Been smoking since 4. The inevitable finally happened: I bought a cheesecake.
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