Every time we go downtown I ask myself why we live in Des Moines
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
I'm writing my will in case I die this week, it'll be saved on my computer under: little 500 death scenario
cashier rang me up and said, "white people are funny." like i'm NOT the only white person to buy just lettuce & 40 glow sticks
YOU ARE NOT A BOTTLE OF RUM THEREFORE I DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU
That was like a fiery explosion of flailing arms and wonderful passion
I asked him to explain what he meant by "hooking up" in paragraph form
I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man's heart.
There are both cum and chocolate stains on my sheets. Can't decide whether this is a new low or a new high.
Last night I dreamed that I got eaten out by Lego Harry Potter.
Now I just sit back and wait to give ass birth to pure evil.
I'm experimenting with sincerity
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
Standing naked in my kitchen making nachos. I love my youth.
I just had a legitimate orgy. Wearing glowsticks.
Randomize
