margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
So after your 27th or so beer, you gave me songs you want to have used if you're ever on intervention.
whoever says they hate hangovers just doesnt know how to embrace them. i'm eating a mashed potato sandwich and watching grind.
I'm still trying to figure out how you came back with chinese food, and a spoon covered in icing saying 'cake..'
I don't know what I should tell you tell you. I don't want to encourage you to dye my dog.
Guess who left Professor Cunt on their paper by accident?
It was like the titanic mixed with those sad puppy commercials mixed with jello shots
and I believe it was when I was running to class to take a test still drunk in my Halloween costume that I realized I have reached that point in the semester where I just don't give a flying fuck anymore.
You were convinced you would hurt my car if you opened the door. Then you barfed in the pretzle bucket Peter gave you
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
apparently I stole your wolf lighter. probably bc you made me howl while you puked over your deck railing.
I just feel like I'm worth a little bit more than your recycled nudes...
I think I pulled a muscle in my tongue.
sorry? thank you? I love you?
I'm serenading his dick with my words. I understand how poets get inspiration now.
I don't want to go to sleep. I like partying with myself.
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