Now, I’ve set myself on fire, thrown myself down a hill during February in Massachusetts while only wearing a jockstrap until I was freezing and bleeding from my ass, flipped a kayak while riding it down a hill, and staplegunned my sternum, but nothing I do comes close to this in terms of the badness of the ideas. I earnestly hope this is fictional- if not, this girl could write for this blog and just post her general life choices.

Im a partyer. I love to go out and get drunnk and/or high as a kite. nightclubs, bars, strip clubs… you name it, i’ll be there But unfortunately, I am 4 months pregnant now. So I mostly just drink at home now. Beer gives me heartburn so lately I have been drinking mixed drinks. I really like purple hooters! My doctor says to stay off my feet, so I don’t work anymore either. Thats bad for my coke problem, but hey I am slowly getting off the additcion. I am joining this because I got knocked up at a party I think. The bad thing is that i dont know who the father is because i had multiple partners and quite frankly i dont remember who they are or even how many times. but now i am home and i know what is happening with my life. i will usually just pass out on the sofa. i am a great cook. i can make stoufers macaroni and cheese like no other. my sofa is clean so i might say i clean good too. i like to be pampered and taken advantage of but dont think that this is a free ride for you. im very picky about my partners- no degos or spics pls.

I feel so bad for the fetus.

Poncho Peligroso rocks and rolls all night every night.
Well, not every night. But almost every night.

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