He's throwing up in my bed and I'm not even getting fucked for this
At some point I'd like to figure out how the weird kid from sociology ended up on my couch naked hugging what appears to be some sort of clothing....seriously it's creeping me out
Oh damn. God have mercy on everything w a dick in a ten mile radius.
At one point last night I over heard you say " I'm gonna puke in a bag and pour it down your throat" I LOVE YOU.
Just smokin in the creek with some deer, they like the smoke, I know.
when the washing machine is on all the beer bottles jiggle and clink against each other... "drink us drink us drink us"
I was so exhausted I thought about using my deep throat spray to stop my coughing.
I had her buy me a cock ring, so we might test that out. We are presently playing yahtzee.
Cock rings and yahtzee. Like peanut butter and jelly.
He gave me a beer, petted my head, and called me kiddo.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
It has moved into the cliche "thin line between love and hate" real quick. With her. Not Taco Bell.
if i dont text back till morning its cause i turned my phone off and changed my password to something i wont remember to stop myself from drunk texting...RESPONSIBILITY
As your friend, I promise I will drink a full bottle of vodka and belly slide down the stairs with you if that test is positive
i just watched a 27 minute video about owls...that high.
shit... I double booked my fuck buddies
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