I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
can i drink enough to forget this semester even happened?
when your friendship is based on dead babies and vodka there is a delicate balance. lesson learned. for what its worth, you are still my number one.
My mom seriously just told me my insurance company pays for rehab. In an email. I expect a real, not just us joking, intervention coming on. I'm not accepting a "lunch date" with that bitch.
yea i thought the egg drop soup tasted weirdly like cum, and then i suddenly remembered what happened last night.
i'm never eating chinese again.
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
It was like getting head from an anaconda
You were carrying around a milk crate, randomly putting it down calling out 'praise be to the milk gods' and making people pray to it.
The last bar we left there was a sausage stand right outside and I apparently felt bad those guys were working that late, so I bought a $9 sausage, gave it to some drunk kid and said "I support local businesses!!" I'd say I've done my civic duty.
Fun thought: I realized the thing I miss most about him is dixie kong's double trouble on his super Nintendo. It's possible that I don't have a soul.
Well the other day she asked me how often I jerk off. So I guess things are getting semi-serious
Just paid my weed guy with a check. I've got this whole adult thing down.
Is it weird that I have your number saved in my phone as baby Jesus?
It's like a donut of clothes around a pair of heels. Like they were transported to another dimension naked.
I honestly have no desire to wear clothes around you
I have that affect on people
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