Of course im so fucked up sarah. I fight away tornadoes.
can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
she wrote "SORRY" in her vomit and left
Ended the weekend putting away 30 nuggets. Training for 100.
He threw up in the campfire, the alcohol in his puke caught on fire. Im marrying this man
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
At a party. It smells like teen pregnancy and sadness in here.
Just walked into the bathroom and looked straight ahead and made eye contact with a guy taking a shit through the crack in the stall door...
So how did it go?
I'm not sure if it was all the eggnog or all the alcohol, but hosting an eggnog pong tournament was a mistake.
All I remember is dance battling with a man named tom the entire time who kept buying me drinks so id say it was a success
I need to stop agreeing to hang out with people when I'm drunk.
And what in gods fuck were you drinking. It tasted like windex with a mixture of juce
man do I wish I knew who this naked guy in my room was...
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