We made a drinking game out of poaching eggs. When did our life turn into a really awesome version of Top Chef?
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Good. I hope they all got E.Coli from snorting coke off of some homeless prick's asshole.
Found her with a stray dog now called champagne, crying about how she feels a mom now. Had to take her home. The dog too.
Some old truck driver just made me smell his beard I hope tonight turns out better
I'm really proud of myself for not blacking out yet this weekend!
It's a Thursday.
Going to an AA meeting just so I can fuck him...That's dedication
I feel my soul being ripped out of my eye sockets
We smoked bowls and watched Cops for what seemed like hours. And yet I know I'll go back.
Apparently "I licked it so now it's mine" doesn't apply to people
WHY WERE YOU COOKING NAKED?
WHY WERE YOU SLEEPING ON MY COUCH?
Feels like I ran a marathon last night. A tequila marathon.
like, is this a date?? I'm sitting on his couch drinking a juice box while he makes taquitos in sweat pants
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
I'm not even 100% sure what it is, but if it involves Thor and Doritos, I'm in
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