party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
He looked like the mexican version of Steve Carrell with a unibrow.
Oh yes. The girl who wanted me to watch her pee.
Singing into hair straightener during spice girls....sooo dangerous
I don't even know why I got my vag waxed
Ugh, tell me about it. As each day passes and the hair grows more, I get a little more depressed.
He was drunk at Denny's at 5 am saying how Dear John was the worst movie he has ever seen... eyes filled with tears.
He was ugly. Like horse ugly. But he was built for power, not for speed.
I put the extra pregnancy test in my sex toys box as a reminder that my actions have consequences.
in literally every picture i'm wearing less and less of my costume.
Watching him and my sister argue over a rum and coke about who's going to chop the coffee table in half with a hatchet...
God he's so convenient, drugs, an parties all in one person. He's like the Walmart of delinquency.
The bag I'm bringing home for the weekend: a change of clothes, workout shoes, and sex toys, that's it.
Like its not even midnight and I've already had enough of her for all of 2015
You know you're stoned when you tell your dog you're stoned only to realise he's not in the pickup
At least you didn't lose your virginity to chumbawumba
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