I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
I love that we get drink and call each other crying. It's kind of our thing.
I'm at a party watching some dude try to eat a whole package of Oreos in 5 minutes.
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
I like to think that tonight was Jesus punishing James Cameron for his role in popularizing "My Heart Will Go On."
Dave a horae rider a coqw boy
Ask him about a girl named Meg then give a disappointed and disapproving face.
Some girl, somewhere, is going to wake up with my face paint on her vagina
I remember trying to cut the power to a house I thought was "too bright to understand the meaning of christmas". Pretty sure I blacked out down the street.
I want to get my vag crammed with complete loss of every bit of dignity I have left by this man from every angle on every flat surface that exists. That is all.
I just realized that the thing that smelled like an electrical fire in my house was me.
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
I think he's like Cher he's going to live forever but not as scary looking
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
I thought it was your cat but I was wrong your Roomba is possessed by a pissed-off evil spirit.
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