We traveled between two mile markers in 18 seconds. Do the math.
the date was going great.. until he pulled down his pants and asked if there was any hair in between his cheeks.
I'm about to enter vancouver's biggest liquor store. I feel like I should sent you a "wish you were here" postcard.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
It's like salsa. But with balls in it. I like to call it balsa
shes still here... layin in my bed watching a beyonce concert on tv drinking leftover franzia straight outta the bag and crying
Duuuude - Drag Queen Bingo wasn't supposed to end like thissss
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
I like to think it's an accomplishment that I can relate my life to a T-pain song
Are you doing trivia tonite? Also sorry I peed on you.
It's a little weird that I'm blowing my wingman.
Pretty sure my idea of standards went out the window when I hooked up with a guy who had a rooster tattoo with an arrow pointing down to his no no bits. Think about it.
so she gave me back a bag of clothing, had some boxers in it...they werent mine.... well that sums up 5 years of my life
I got wing sauce on the baby and licked it off. If you were wondering how I'm doing.
A drag queen just ate a dollar out of my ass. I don't know which one of us has hit rock bottom
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