There's guys at my school running around throwing potatoes shouting "remember the famine." makes me proud to be Irish.
All I learned from that experience was that drinking scotch out of a crunk goblet was bad news.
all i care about is the story behind my toaster ending up in the microwave
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
Repeat the weekend mantra. "I like boys with teeth, I need boys with teeth, I deserve boys with teeth, I will have boys with teeth".
My goal is to upperdeck the house I'm at, because it's some girl I don't know's birthday. Welcome to adulthood, bitch.
Tell me when you get here. I'm drinking beer in the bushes next to your house, and I put my hoodie up because I was cold. Pretty sure everyone lowkey thinks i'm homeless.
I vaguely remember a pregnant lady reaching for my penis. When was I in an elevator?
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
Dude she's from Moscow. I feel like I'm cheating on America.
I'm wandering around outside asking things if they are god
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
He ripped my sink off my bathroom wall and then threw up in it.
We’re leaving where are you
Hold on Toxic just started playing
The only thing I remember about us having sex is yelling at him to choke me.
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