Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
I woke up with a crunchy, pink Pepto streak through my hair, no recollection of the last 6 hours of my night and the feeling that all the hotel's staff knew me on a first name basis.
Sonogram pictures belong on a fucking fridge...NOT FACEBOOK!!
He kept saying "this is a bad idea" wasn't in his vocabulary. He left at 2 came back at 6 eating frozen waffles and he had a symbol, a moped mirror, and a new MacBook. I'd say he had a good time
Shot gunning beers for breakfast. You better be ready for today.
It's that time of the week again where I begin to ponder life's great questions like, "What will my pathetic excuse for a future look like?" and "Why tacos?"
Smoked Hookah in the playhouse last night. Childhood was so fun.
The only reason I know his name is because we wrote marriage vows in orange crayon on the back of a Walmart receipt.
I am so sorry for drunk texting you r kelly lyrics
The port-o-potty that I peed in last night didn't actually have a toilet in it. And i never told anyone until this moment.
Btw "you gettin a workout in" isn't a great gym pickup line. Like no I'm fucking grabbing lunch on my way to class.
So now I know what having sex while surrounded by chickens feels like.
My weirdest encounter with a stranger though was when for some reason they just gave me a box of unopened socks. Needless to say, I never used them.
he was wearing pj pants, thank you for not letting me go home with him
Either I'm getting old or the shit show is playing earlier than it used to...
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