At Bonnaroo. Just saw a couple emerge from a port-a-potty. Romantic?
Keeping my bail papers as a souvenir from when I was arrested. Too weird?
it's like iHOP with fire
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
All I've consumed over the last couple days is Vanilla Coke, semen, and Coors. I don't think today will be any different.
My shirt is ruined. If I ever get the idea of doing a tequila shot through my nose ever again, shoot me.
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
He is like a dragon that makes me want to spread my butt cheeks, so he can fill me with hot fire.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
I threw up vodka and borscht. I'm done with life...I threw this up in a McDonald's bathroom btw.
He wants me to fart in his mouth and is offering me SOOOO much coke. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. GIVE ME ADVICE.
I thought one was bad but really there are two woman stupid enough to marry our brother...unreal
You know what...ii have the turtles...were together....i love these god damn turtles...
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
Fucker was flying a Bruins flag. He can pick up the dog's poop himself.
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