Ambien. No doubt about it.
i don't mind that he's uncut. i like it! it's like a little sweater!
a cock doensn't need a sweater! especially a skin sweater! wtf.
That's like some buffalo bill hannibal lector shit.
Phease come get me i thought i was in a place i don't even understand
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
The last thing I remember is funneling tequila out of a pink noodle.
well when mom kept referring to my "black hole of a vagina" and how i devoured all the nuts at the party like i was a pro, i figured my stay was up.
I smuggled my gin and tonic out of the bar by shoving the glass in my pocket...mistakes were inevitable.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Please put me in a whole with no windows and never let me out.
So that advice that humming stops you from puking? Yeah no, just puked through my nose.
I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
Do not try to steal a picnic table from a park, all you will end up with are sore arms and broken dreams.
I have a story for you. It involves waffles and getting naked with the local weatherman.
after the ketamine those signs on the bathroom door had little meaning to us
And you hate the library
Yea but I love drugs and my grades
Randomize
