it's not our fault the pink and the sink are so close together.
I was standing when I hit it. I barely made it to the couch before the walls started turning into people.
first one here with a pint of chicken lo mein, aspirin, and diet green tea ginger ale, gets a full effort bj the day after tomorrow.
I am 48% hangover, 48% bruises and 2% fingers I'm texting with.
She kept pulling joints out of her bra and asking strangers for birthday hugs.
My new hangover cure is going for a haircut, just so the stylists give me a scalp massage during the shampoo.
That certainly explains the nine times your hair has looked different just this last month alone.
I got to the party and found your shoes in a bag of Funyuns. You weren't even there.
I went through his pics. Will you go with me to get tested?
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
I was just asked by a police officer to not come back to Lancaster...
Almost ran out to the street bowl in hand when I hear the ice cream truck pull up outside.
Everything about that text makes me proud to be your sister.
I made him dinner in just his cowboy hat and my boots after we did it...you should see his face :)
If waffles and beer don't scream "fuck me!" then I don't know what else to do.
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
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