I feel like if I were on Intervention, I would have to be a season finale.
how do i word it so it doesnt sound like im asking him if he has ever been in jail.
you'll never guess what i found when i got home...
a cake, in the toilet
Weekdays seemed more exciting when I had a drinking problem. Like I had something to look forward to at night.
I'm eating mac and cheese for dinner that way when I puke later it'll be festive halloween orange.
Upperdeckered the toilet. Took sombrero off, drawing too much heat. Witnessed glassing. In bush, come findme.
All i want to do is drink fuck and cry... you dont have to cater all three its more like the saddest choose your own adventure ever
Apparently he's into classy girls that wear sweaters and don't throw up on him when they go out.
I've known you for the past two years. You never kid about biology or alcohol.
I just bought 7 working mopeds off a guy for $300. We are 60% of the way to our gay biker gang dream.
you should probably know that there's a naked dude in your window
i wouldn't normally say anything but you seem to not be there
It was one of the greatest weekends of my life. And that's even after factoring in spraying myself in the face with the bidet.
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
BTW car sex works all the muscle groups. Just sayin. Legs/butt are sore as are arms, back and core.
If you're signed up as "sober sister" can you do cocaine or nah
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