the day after is always just damage control
I just opened a gallon of milk that is good through the 10th of January- I hope I can say the same for myself.
Its so hard looking at my mom and pretending I'm not dying a slow death of binge drinking
just an fyi, false alarm on the whole ghonnorea thing. you're safe.
I kindof just wanted to go downstairs and let his dad know how good his son was at sex
Im calling him
was mistake calling. If you drunk dial someone you deserve to choke on a tubesock. Take the advice. Always remember
It was like the Alcoholic Olympics...double fisting fifths with eight 40s in my backpack...running from the cops in stilettos. I will have bitchin' hamstrings come Monday.
It's pathetic. My bed hasn't been this sexless since it was in bedmart.
those kids just got delivered to the party by the pizza guy
She was rubbing her face on the carpet, she was high.
I just dumped bong water and Bacardi out of my purse into the trash can. Everything in my purse is soaked. I hate Sundays.
I told her my cab was outside the club and that I had to go, but I think we both knew this wasn't going anywhere past the sloppy bathroom handjob.
I spent a good part of the night in a bear hat claiming I'd changed spieces
She looks like a character that batman would try to kill, or something.
you asked me how to turn on the ladder
Randomize
