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Punching Bag Bitch, cry and whine your way into oblivion. |
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There is no justice in this world
with a hangover from two days of heavy drinking this bad, combined with lack of any really good sleep making me into one cranky, big-hair, puffy eyed bitch that has to go spend time with family in a matter of hours.
ugggh. shit. I'm really not in the mood for an hors d'oeuvres party. |
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Sounds like a case for....Justice League?
I don't know. But I'm glad we could discuss this on the internet! And you'll do just fine at hors d'ouerves tonight. just as I will somehow manage the same. and i bet my eyes are puffier than thou. |
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tell me about it.
i just woke up and i was still stumbling into walls to make it to the bathroom. luckily im just heading over to my brothers for dinner tonight and to have some drinks so i dont have to do the whole formal thing with the whole family. cheers to waking up half cut. |
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and when I walked in there, these two strange people just froze and gawked at me in the most creepy way. It was as if they were just in the middle of tucking away human remains under the desk. Deer caught in the headlights of a fast moving logging truck. I slowly backed away. then dodged out the door. To this day, the mystery still remains. What were those scientologists hiding? A hooker? |
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Lego was and still is one of my favourite toys...
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