Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
your room smells of hookers.
And success
why is it that no matter what your novelty license plate says it always screams "im a huge tool"?
well, it ended with me crying outside the strip club saying i don't want to be 21 anymoree. i'd say it was a great 21st birthday.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
She is chewing on staples and spitting them at her cat, I think it's time to leave..
I'm fucking an ugly guy. Don't come home.
well now I have to
you proceeded to scream out that it's your birthday to everyone who walked by before you collapsed in the middle of the street. happy 21st birthday to you.
hey sorry if you felt me holding your hand in the middle of the night I was actually just checking if you had a pulse
Where are you? I hear fireworks and you've gone missing. I'm sure that is not coincidence.
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
Woke up on the stairs at my parents house. Good start to vacation.
We haven't even eaten dinner yet and she's already been asked to "take it down a notch" by the groom's mom.
I feel like we have a good system here turning our sketchy decisions into great stories.
like, you weren't just lying there, you were wrapped in what appeared to be the skin of a wolf, chanting doomsday prophecies
THE END IS NEIGH
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