Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
Im broke. I spend all my money on weed cigarettes alcohol and food. In that order. I cant even cut one of those because you know it'd be food. I already stopped getting my nails done just so i could support my bad habits.
I want to drop kick Stephanie Meyer
you spelled her name wrong
not you too!!
In Denver there are more bars per capita than any other city also the healthiest city. That means lots of drunk girls and no fatties.
This adderall has me convinced I'm an Econ major.
Just suggested things for my dad to get my mom for Christmas in terms of "yeah you'll get laid."
My motherly instincts are overcoming my slutty ones
Shared a jello shot with her mom last night. then she tucked me in and took of my shoes for me
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
He's the kind you'd bring home and you'd wake up and all your food would be half eaten on the kitchen floor and all your socks would be missing.
Just saw our highschool guidance counselor at the bar and he's taken six shots in the last hour. Those teenagers have fucking hardened him.
Question for you. Do you want to go out somewhere or do you want to have sloppy joes at my house? That's not a euphemism for anything; I actually have stuff to make sloppy joes
You know you went through something intense when you actuallu applaud yourself for not shitting your pants
Maybe I'm not hungover. Maybe I'm actually dying.
Woke up in a car, do you own a silver car parked a few miles form the house...hope so
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