Holy wow, I found all the old poems u wrote me back when we were in looooooooove...just sort of wild to look back on, thought u'd like that
I blew a .224 after sleeping for 6 hrs, cleary im a champion
We dont have to go to dinner or anything gay like that. I just wanna do it.
I absolutely love you.
All signs point to mom being high. 1) making chicken at 2 am. 2) dancing to smooth jazz. 3) she asked where the peanut butter was
why oh why did i suck thise tits. nothing but trouble fuuuuuu
can we get together and have a vodka water gun fight? i need to get som intense excersise/alcohol
You're doing that 'overestimating how much I care' thing again.
I'm in charge of his party but you're a paramedic, we're both needed.
One huge ass giant mistake followed by celebatory shots and coors lights thats my day in a nut shell
Maybe you should start carrying pepper spray. You are like the Justin Bieber of lesbians.
I can't believe we broke the fucking lamp.
*i* can't believe believe we broke the lamp fucking.
It started getting weird when you decided to scold my vagina.
I'm high on the exercise bike at the gym. I feel like Lance Armstrong
You told me that you couldn't come over because you felt like you were gonna die and that houses eat you when you die, and my house couldn't eat you because your house would be jealous. That's when I knew to take the bowl away from you.
Put on my pants to go to work and discovered they had melted.
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