I think she heard me call her a fat skank. But she was to be fair.
Don't blame the cocaine for your eating disorder.
not sure how we got back down, broken rib says we didn't use stairs
i have a wrist watched drawn on my wrist that it says shot o clock
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
There were two girls and a guy on a bed and now i can put porn director on my resume.
She rode an inflatable shark down the stairs. Viva shark week.
I think I'm too tall to 69 successfully.
I think I might cry.
420 is off to a bad start. Mark wake/baked WAY too much, and he has spent over $50 on the claw machine in the grocery store.
That's a good 5 hours of "I have no fucking idea what I did".
I've got to stop fucking tourists. If Chicagos piazza is anything like their dicks. I'm moving.
Pumped to get "pass out-wake up in Berlin-buy a chinchilla" drunk?
I have only made 3 good decisions in my life and getting really stoned reenacting the Lion King with my cat in a lion mane hat is 2 of them.
im shaving my vagina and listening to frank sinatra, im coming over after
It's OK, I woke up in a drag queen's bed last weekend. It took me forever to get the glitter out of my cleavage.
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