Oh KT! There was no tea in those Long Islands...
Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
She wanted to fuck you. You threw up on her. Congrats.
We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
Mission leave-the-puke-on-the-floor-til-the-dog-eats-it completed. I work smarter not harder
Promise me you won't have sex in my room
I can't promise you that, but I promise you that I'll try
Might want to in your tub tho. That thing is fucking huge.
usual friday morning routine. the pants i wore last night are in my passenger seat and im rooting through the pockets trying to make exact change at the dunkin donuts drive thru
My vagina feels like it's been kissed by angels.
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
He's like a unicorn and I just wanna domesticate him
anyways, do you want to make more embarrassing memories that im bound to remind you about later and laugh about?
I literally woke up walked into the bathroom, threw up and died this morning. Then went to my 8am.
I'm sure as hell not getting hoodwinked into going back to rehab again
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
now whenever i pass that house all i can think about is how i pooped in their yard..
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