It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
when i got to my bed there was a handwritten note that said "wash the sheets." sleeping on the couch.
I was high enough to understand and function with 'flip' while playing brick breaker
Damn. I don't think I could ever be that high.
Your the only friend that would realize I'm gonna get drunk and send coke to me at a bar before I made drunken phone calls for it. You sir complete me.....
Why are you seriouly talking to me about this when there naked pics of blake lively on the internet? Priorities man...
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
this weekend destroyed me...my brain feels like the curly fry at the bottom of the bag. GAhhh come save me
that's ecstasy for ya. now I'm kinda in the mood for jack in the box.
This bitch flirting at the bar needs to close her legs and open up a book. I can literally feel my IQ dropping every time she bends down to show her tits.
Jealous?
Very.
I don't care. I'll text you about my butthole whenever I please. That's what you signed up for in this relationship.
All I remember is waking up with 3 penises pointed at my face. I also remember enjoying that a lot. And then I threw up in their shower.
I'n not even sure we went out, but I know we broke into a cemetery.
I really have to stop going to the movies high. Spending $10 to not know what the fuck is going on is starting to get pricey.
It's like I'm getting a welcome home parade with sex!
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
What are you talking about? Keg stands at wedding are super classy.
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