Best look from Detroit today: running across the street with your buttcheeks on display carrying a 40 oz. Or maybe being crazy-pregnant and screaming and slamming a pay phone. Toss up.
she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
remeber the saying "bad choices make good memories" dude our bad choices dont even make memories.
I DON'T CARE WHAT THE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE NEVER VOMIT IN MY PURSE AGAIN.
It's been two days. My balls feel like watermelons.
We're drinking vodka. Wine is for people who have to wake up in the morning.
I am drunk. Riding an elevator. You can smell the beer. Doctor on with me just smiling at me... He agrees, fuck cancer.
It was less of a bar, and more of an abandoned basement that some people sell booze in.
I told the DJ last night to play Third Eye Blind before 1:45 and just pointed at him as I walked away. He didn't do it and at 1:45 I just walked out pointing at him, without my friends
I'm sad that I feel like I need to temporarily change your name in my phone from Smashley until you have the baby and can be unsober with us again.
This bar smells like your ball sack. In a weird way I miss you.
In other news my pubic hair is covered in glitter.
It's situations like these that make me climb out of windows
It's so Britney 2007, you know?
It's difficult to focus on bonds when you know your classmate peed in your mouth
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