i'm listening to "transmissions" by The Tea Party from like '97 and waxing my legs. fuck i'm awesome in my alone time
thus making me awesome and them whores
she told me her fantasy was her as a 55 year old cook at a truck stop who smokes a pack a day, and I was the 21 year old illegal immigarnt prep cook.
I have a drunk 6th sense to lyrics of songs i dont know. It only works when i dance..
The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
he put a lighter in my cleavage and said "you're like another pocket!"
theres a difference between trying to make someone happy and letting them fuck you in the ass
do you wanna get some fucking pussy tonight.....THEN DRESS LIKE IT
ENDLESS SCROLLING ON TUMBLR WAS MADE FOR HIGH PEOPLE!
We name dropped you at the liquor store and got a ten percent discount!
I walking on her passed out on her bed, clutching a burrito and the walking dead dvd on replay.
I'm just gonna use that pot butter as dip for chips. That's fat, American AND stoner!
it's not like I want to die, I just want life to stop for a little bit. how does that work?
The owner was showing me around and pointed at one of the bars and said "this is the one you're allowed to dance on. I could tell you wanted to ask." DREAM JOB.
I hate drunk me more than anyone else in this world
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