I'm jammin out to some Brit Birt, she's still my bitch, I love her crazy ass
I'm so hungover And my mouth is so dry it feels like my tongue is wearing a sweater
he said I could live with him because I'm cheaper than a dog and don't need a pet deposit. That and I don't piss on the carpet...
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
there is nothing like a happy birthday present when you wake up with a bow on your vagina.
We listened to Rod Stewart Pandora and slow danced in the shower.
So that'd what fifty dollars of chicken at 7/11 looks like. Made it to work on time. Puked twice. BOOM.
I mean it was like cry my eyes out or masturbate in my moms bathroom.
Yes he was puking but in the only light of the whole parking lot and he was resting in the patch of clovers and he just was a garden fairy
"Wine night with the girls" turned into me having to set an alarm in the bathtub this morning...
All I know is when I checked my phone this morning google translate was open with "help the cow ate my robot" translated to French
She's licking the whiskey out of the carpet. I think we may be soulmates.
I danced my ass off after the funeral last night. Kept dropping it low and I can feel it in my legs today. Im like shit I needa go work out
What a way to honor the dead
You don't have to buy me dinner, watch tv or even hang out if you don't want. Just fuck.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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