sashka sashka


today is yet another day maybe i will even stay. i'll cry you a river, but only if you pay chase vodka shots with vodka and cran-berries. i don't drink coolers and i don't drink baily's the bill is something scary. why's that chick staring? her bust's so big, that she can hardly carry. you say my tits are too small, but it ain't the size that matters, but what you do, as we stall. my hair's too short too, don't need to hold it back as i vomit on your shoe. woo.