So I have exactly 420 dollars saved up in tips from the past week. I win, and I take that as a sign from god that I am allowed to use that money to buy drugs.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
I did my dad and i had to keep going back there to pick up coffee
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The Masters... another excuse to excessivly start drinking by 1
We are the drunkest people in Toys R' Us right now
Not cool at all. Last night I organized my condoms by expiration date. I need to get laid.
I'm voting my liver organ of the month. The award ceremony is next weekend.
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
You have like just as much sex as me and I have a brand new bf. That does not add up. That is not right.
They are fixing my bike for free, trying to smoke me out, and their kids keep hugging me.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
My cat is staring at me while I drink my wine on the bathroom floor in the morning instead of attending class. Sorry mom and dad. Sorry cat.
so dehydrated I couldn't fill the pee cup to the right line for my drug test for school. I was like sorry it was my birthday yesterday
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
Well now you know... If you can get over the awkward... The dick is 10 min away.
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