Yo soy Borracha

I think it's time to possibly curb my drinking when I go out and my brain starts to see dudes as pinatas. OR, maybe this is my ideal mate personified. A fun face with a bright, attractive, fit paper mache body that I can beat to death with a bat. Candy, flasks, cigarettes and goodies come flying out and I just start shoving his guts in my purse. That actually sounds like a great Saturday night.


I might be losing my mind.

Orale