her voice is like 435,765 daggers being simultaneously twisted into my eardrum
i'd rather just be hit by a car than answer her phone calls
i think ur clone was at the club last week. she slapped some tall girl in the face who tried to steal her spot on the podium. i dont know if ur like her, but she seemd like a ninja badass with superpowers
just survived the first fart of the relationship.
There are beer cans & oyster shells along the side of the road. I belong here
I got stood up on a date. They are singing "dancing with myself" on karaoke in my honor.
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
Please just fuck her. She's new to LA and doesn't know anyone nice.
Right. Will do. I'll call you if I need a ride. (that is a double meaning, go with it.)
I ate shrooms on a frozen river in an ice fishing shack after a day of vics and beer and walked around on the river in a stupor. They made me bite the head off of a fish.
Only you can make me eat tacos in your car, while naked, on a dead end road in a ditch on a Thursday night.
I hope I don't have to wait for another triple crown winner to get laid again.
UPS just delivered me 30lbs of dried cherries... I shouldn't be allowed online when I take painkillers.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
There were 16 girls and 31 titties. That’s how the club was. Lance doesn’t get to decide ever again.
No one can touch me, I'm made of fruit.
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