I just realized that when I walk away people probably say "wow she really has a drinking problem" and sadly it doesn't bother me.
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
Nobody needs to come anywhere. Except on your face.
Street performer on bourbon st just lifted a sewer top so I could puke down it. I love New Orleans.
despite contrary belief, getting peanut butter off your balls is not as easy as it sounds
did i paint my nails blue or do i need to make a trip to the ER?
Lol. No. We cannot eat chicken while we have sex. No.
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
My boobs love her too. She makes them feel important even though they're small
Dude, that was like bongs ago.
Dude, there are some things that you can't un-see. Her, beached on a dog bed, is one of them.
How many hotdogs are you going to eat today?
THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST
its not even a love triangle. its a love square and it has come back to haunt me
We walked around last night for hours saying nothing but nom nom nom and barking at each other.
Yep, you're going to hell.
I take on this great possibility with a beer in one hand and the girl I'm gonna fuck later in the other
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