I bet when she looks at herself in the mirror she wishes brown paper bags were in fashion.
So that's a yes to the cocaine usage and a no to the rollerblading
I swear god or herbie drove my car home
She had to get her inhaler in the middle of fucking...but she kept it in.
Its like a 4.5 hour drive but there's drinking involved so I'm destined to go
guy at the corner shop gets out a bottle of tequilla and a pack of malboro light whenever he sees me through the door. makes me feel loved and cared for
I hope you remember pushing the girl off the stage because you said she wasn't good at pole dancing.
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
My vagina is depressed thinking about her future.
We were all definitely blackout with drunk goggles on, even though you and Amanda were the only ones dressed up as it.
Your panties and toothbrush are in your mailbox. just not ready to be with anyone serious. take care.
I'm not driving across town for three thrusts and an excuse
Trying to ignore the fact that a kid I hooked up with twice just gave me spare keys to his house ... and car.
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
In the morning when you read your texts, just fyi you showed up at my house drunk off your ass and shoe less and demanded I go to the bar. You need Jesus.