To think... Somewhere, too drunk by buckcherry is someone's theme song
I just spent the past twenty minutes checking out a girl who turned out to be a mannequin. I need AA.
is it sad that I can recall my outfits by who took them off?
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
Nobody has ever asked me for my honest opinion on whether they needed anal bleaching before
I'm so confused. I feel like I just intentionally took roofies to see where I'd end up.
She said " I'm going to get her back one day soon for putting extacy in my pop while I drove her to whislter" just a heads up.
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
I tried to roll down the stairs in a ball. I have bruises, the pain is too much.
What the fuck, why would you ever do that?
Haven't you ever just wanted to be a ball?
Two drag queens are fighting over me. And yet the night is still getting weirder
I promised him we could have sex if he would let me take him to the hospital to get stitches.
She found the planted magnum condom..once she figured it out it was too late.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
Woke up with chlamydia and a bruised rib. I'd say my boss is gonna be mad about me not showing up to work, except you know.. it's her fault.
MY LIFE IS HARD OK. I HAVE TO WAKE UP AT LIKE 10 OR 11 AFTER SMOKIG POT AND PLAYING FALLOUT UNTIL 3
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