I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
walking through the french quarter. a homeless guy just offered me a pigeon. gotta love new orleans.
I blacked out, started puking and peed on the guy I was hooking up with. Mid hand job.
How old are you? 14? Who gives hand jobs anymore?
Salt in an open wound right now.
Wella between the drunkards, the inevitable slutty costumes, and someone doing a BODY SHOT OFF A PREGNANT GIRL, i lost my halloween spirit. Bah humbug.
Some are given great drunkenness. Others have great drunkenness thrust upon them, in the form of ice storms.
did i mention he attempted to milk her in backseat?
He sent me a picture; erect penis, cat in hand and no pants on. He got a boob pic for that one.
We found him in the backyard throwing shoes onto the roof yelling "WHO BRINGS CROCS TO A HOUSE PARTY?!"
The last thing I remember was you puking all over the inside of my door and him yelling "PUKING RALLY!!!"
I can officially say I had a blunt rolled on my ass
Not sure how a movie about Jesus has managed to make me feel insecure about my boobs but it has.
Dilemas of the modern woman: deciding whether or not to write on your ex's wall for his birthday. This is serious.
All i remember is you yelling at a stop sign and the rest is a blur
If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you.
I'm drinking coffee out of a pasta sauce jar and eating fruit soaked in Smirnoff. I think I've hit rock bottom.
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