in the practice room. just found 3 bottles of smirnoff hidden inside the piano. SO glad i didn't get into berklee...
She's making tacos & sangria tonight. I'm sure that's how the pilgrims pregamed.
The last thing I remember is ordering two Martinis while yelling 'CAN YOU PUT THAT IN ONE GLASS?'
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
He's the kind of drunk guy that would pee in your mouth while you give him head.
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
It started as ''I want a romantic life right now'' text. It ended with pool table sex.
If I had a dollar for every straight boy that questioned their sexuality because of me, I would live a comfortable middle-class life.
Well I woke up and my arm was bleeding. And my blood is on the wall in the hallway.
Umm
No idea. I blame fireball.
Valid.
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
like I licked Molly off a boys palm last night at a bar I think its ok to eat chicken once a week
You were yelling at the mannequin and saying "DON'T LOOK AT ME"
Not at all! I'll let your potential employer know you have a huge dick
I hate the cold months. Everybody starts hibernating and I start talking to guys I would never normally talk to. You have a drug habit and no license? Perfect candidate for a boyfriend...
My brain is a dvd screensaver and I'm allowed to have a good thought when it hits the corner
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