it's 4 am, i'm drinkin beer and re-drywalling my bathroom. this could possibly be a bad idea.
Yeah. I hotboxed a windbreaker.
2 am we went back to his house. his mom handed us beers and cooked us pancakes. the next morning his dad had washed my car. i lied. living at home after college definitely does not suck.
Chillin with my Grandpa and my grandma tells us there is a tornado warning. My grandpa then says "We'll go hang out in the basement, we can bring the keg with us." This is why I love coming home
everytime someone would look at you, you started to try and deep throat your beer bottle.
I thought about puking over the balcony or the bathroom and figured the balcony seemed much funner.
I've gotta stop getting kicked out of bars for fighting with people over the accuracy of the Harry Potter movie.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
We've only been here for 15 hours and our names are already on 2 separate police reports. We've also been given our "final warning" by the cops and hotel management.
Nothing like waking up naked and alone on your floor to remind you that you make life mistakes often.
I remember sitting in your lap naked saying I don't want to be all looks while you gently rocked me back and forth
I'm gonna snort this pill I found on the ground cause that's how classy I am. Watch football and eat Beef jerky. Domesticated at its finest.
I'm putting his belongings the garage sale so he can buy his own stuff back. # divorced life. Thanks for cheating on me you tone deaf dick biscuit that'll be $20. Haha.
Like if Ohio doesn't think I can get smashed on wine I will gladly prove them wrong
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
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