I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
I feel like I'm a marionette being lifted around. Four Loko.
P.S, i don't recommend doing keg stands on top of vehicles.
I ended up on the roof were calling it a tie
you made sure you came back for your bottle of vodka but didn't remember to take your shoes
You had me sold at "fucking you down the slide"
I got arrested for "public intoxication". Fuckers threw me out of the bar into public... i mean shit they have thirsty Thursdays. And I get thrown out for self serve Sundays plus a citation.
I feel like this is the moment of high where you have to write these texts down to remember to text them and feel that somehow this is important to the continuity of the world.
Its like bringing all that milkshake to the yard and I'm a diabetic and can't have any
I guess there's no delicate way to say "I'm 90% sure I sucked his dick in the bathroom of the bar."
She referred to my balls as rotund and handsome
Ive decided to see your threat against my life as you flirting
Going to give your dick a friendship bracelet.
How was jagerbomb pong?
It was like communism. Great in theory. Terrible when put into practice
You're a wizard. You are a master of disguise. You are beautiful. I love you.
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