I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
I just finished washing your number off of my chest. I'm Bryan by the way.
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
She was perfectly content just sitting in the middle of everyone blowing bubbles in the air.
You know why I moved here? No public intoxication law. A cop just helped me from my bent over vomit pose, asked if I was ok, and gave me a ride home.
Then he showed me his sketchbook. Every drawing was a hand in different 'fingering positions'. Dear JESUS.
Why not. Its my b-day, you're in town, I'm in town, bars are in town, and alcohol is in town. I don't see anything not good about those things.
She's going to get preggers, drop out of school, and end up working at mcdonalds. Great for our mcdoubles habit but bad for her future.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
Now I don't feel so bad about telling everyone that he's 23 and needs Viagra. It's her problem now
It's a journey
And the destination is his penis?
Precisely.
Can we be in one of those super weird relationships where you carry me around everywhere?
Don't pretend you don't want to dance on the edge of overdose all three nights
She left you responsible for her guinea pig for what, 3 hours? And it somehow died under your care? I will no longer trust you with so much as a beer.
i woke up fully clothed with teenage dream on repeat. something is wrong with me
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