it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
The bar posted my picture because my name changes with each new fake i get. i'm getting a wig.
I just had to download an app to edit pictures on my new phone. The things I do for sexting...
I was cut off by 8, I need to rethink this breakup therapy strategy
What would you do in exchange for having a girl eat a waffle house waffle off your body?
I mean it was like cry my eyes out or masturbate in my moms bathroom.
I look like slutty woodland creatures dress me in the morning. Everybody's got problems.
The fact that it neither of us came up with the reason of "it's morally and ethically wrong" speaks volumes about this relationship
Just used my eyelash curler to open a bottle of cider...
I mean, as I was vomiting in front of a giant crucifix I became acutely aware of my poor choices
The last thing I remember is him yelling from across the room "WE FINISHED THE HANDLE!"
It was 11pm.
Pretty sure my boner drove me home. Like it didn't just do the steering it was the gas and brake too..
REMEBER. We are young, horny, and poor. If someone wants to give us alcohol... TAKE. IT.
That was right around the time that the drunken mess pulled out his dick in front of myself and like 10 other people and started peeing all over the train platform while saying, "Sometimes a bear gets you brother. Sometimes a bear gets you."
Pretty standard Thursday night commute for you, no?
Was just at a stoplight and some kid was smoking a blunt and we smiled at him and he offered to pass it between cars... Only in Rockford
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