So he asked me last night if I would cheer him on while he masturbated...
i think the cat found all the blow we lost...
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
YouTube is recomending me a video on how to make a home made meth bong, what has my life come to?
Never again will we have slut saturday. Never.
I just want you to know that I hid the weed. Once you find another job, I'll tell you where it is. Happy Hunting, bro.
My drug dealer is making me hot tea during the snowstorm...I'm a fan.
I'm holding onto the sink for dear life. Pretty sure if Iet go I'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket.
Just watched a girl fall down the stair and be to drunk to get up. The only stair in the bar. It's like watching a turtle on it's back.
I just dumped bong water and Bacardi out of my purse into the trash can. Everything in my purse is soaked. I hate Sundays.
No. If I hated you would get none. Then I would eat them all in front of you and laugh at your tears. Although that hasn't been ruled out for entertainment purposes. Nothing purposeful.
You sent me a cat video and you screaming drunkenly in my background
I could just tape a camera with a live feed to my head & you could check in on me from time to time
I'm not finished with being a sloppy white girl alcoholic. I didn't postpone having a husband and kids for sober weekends.
I can't tell if this is a hangover or just a perfect combination of shame and regret
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