the best part about tonight...knowing when i wake up in the morning his car will still be full of packing peanuts..and mine wont
it was a sick party until you insisted on putting on "that's how I beat shaq"
cell reception changed and I can no longer text you from the toilet... that means I'll be texting you less often, just fyi
Maybe if i steal enough bar glasses i can justify all the money spent i've spent there
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
Also, am I the only one who noticed he didn't fuck you until after you were technically a cripple? Or am I reading into this too much? Congrats on that btw
Can I just put my face in your boobs and forget the world?
I just had sex in the men's bathroom of a Chinese buffet...
YOU ARE MY HERO
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
But wait then while giving his drive thru order he goes in mid sentence, "Hey baby it's Travis remember me?"
What section do you want to sit in? The screaming girls section or the "when you guys were popular I was straight and pretended not to like you guys" section?
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
Just zoned back in to real life and found myself chanting "noodle eater noodle eater noodle eater" at my parrot as he devoured a single macaroni
His abs are so defined he looks like a human xylophone.
Anytime he goes down on me i automatically think of you cheering me on. Your a good friend.
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