i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
I fucked your brother... Hey, at least we know he is not gay... You're welcome.
The last thing I remembered was laying in the bathtub fully clothed with the shower running while he was picking grilled cheese out of my hair. I couldn't figure out if i was more upset about being soaking wet or the fact that my grilled cheese was in my hair instead of my mouth.
trapped on the roof of the strip club. help
Be proud. All I did last night was roll around in my nun costume selling drugs. I love Halloween.
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
At 12:16 am. We just got out of the truck and went behind it and fucked. With 3 people in the truck. On the side of the road. As cars drove by.
He says I vaguely mumbled happy New year, kissed him, threw up and then went back to sleep.
He plays D&D and his dick should be carved out of marble. I think I'm in love.
Friday is the holy day of drinking. Thou shalt observe the Sabbath. It's in the bible. Look it up bitch.
I've also stopped shaving, like, everything. I can't tell if I'm empowered or sad
My vagina knows your penis is sad about Andrew Luck. You should come over and let her comfort him in his time of need
yeah, I woke up with nacho cheese crusted all over my face and head...a lone jalapeno still stuck in my ear...you win this round drunk nachos....
Just woke up beside some twink in a kilt.. how is your sunday going
Talk all the shit you want but I slept in a oversized monster truck tire last night.
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