Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
ok watching intervention on tv. when i hit rock bottom - i wanna be THIS chick.
i just saw some one pass a baby through the drive-thru window at dairy queen.
I just smoked my last bit of kief with a grill lighter. This is what crackheads must feel like.
Its official, drinking for 15 hours counts as a suicide attempt
Actually some of the best sex I've had involved a lot of laughing.
How small IS your cock?
This gem of a conversation has been brought to you be weed
god it feels good to gold a bottle of opiates again.
I think that typo was actually more appropriate than what you intended.
So really what you're asking for is an allowance to not have sex on our futon.
Apparently he walked into the room and started yelling at some huge hairy dude to get out of my room. Except it wasn't my room... Because he was on the fourth floor.
he pissed the bed, like I literally woke up and he was pissing right beside me. With the electric blanket he's lucky he didn't get electrocuted
Pennsylvania now holds the distinct honor of being the third state I've crapped my pants in.
I just tried to snap you a picture of the CVS where we decided not to become parents.
Well, you started screaming "I dont know you GO AWAY" to your mom when she was holding your hair as you threw up in her garden.
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