i just found a bag of weed behind my capital one card. i guess that's what's in my wallet.
i think at one point throughout the night i began eating birthday cake with a q-tip.
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
All I know is that we apparently made a drink we named The Single Girl which is rum, vodka, grain alcohol, and sprite and rolled around in the backyard.
No sexy Asian girl. No comfy bed. I'm just gonna lie here in the hall next to the garbage can until someone comes home.
sooo I am sorta kinda using your name as my stripper stage name.
I knew it would be an interesting night when he showed up at my house on a scooter wearing a six foot american flag as a cape.
It summer and it's getting a lot harder to hide sex bruises from my parents.
First world problems?
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
You are the tramp this city needs, but not the one it deserves.
Woke up in your shoes. Please tell me you woke up in mine
I woke up today in my boxers hugging a log and realized that I think I've gotten close enough to nature. I really need to stop doing shrooms with you
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
She just took all of the blankets in the house and threw them in the yard, because 'the grass was cold'..
i wish i could put you in a lil box, and keep you for when i need to be blown
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