we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
Turns out drinking large amounts of Gentleman Jack does NOT turn you into a Gentleman -- quite the opposite actually.
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
My drug dealer asked me out. What's the protocal for this?
I AM THE KING OF THE FRESHMEN
how did i know this would happen?
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
Hickies on top of my hickies. I need a leash and/or a positive female role model
Also I fell in love w a girl dressed as a pirate that was great at doing the limbo
Unfortunately, the Bilbo Baggins adventure side of me that likes to go on adventures appears to be losing to the side of me that likes to smoke weed in the bathtub and watch Workaholics.
Or I could hide in your trunk so you can sneak out of putt putt for sex breaks
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
Checking out a dudes' nachos instead of the dude #foreveralone
Can you repeat that, but with context?
dollar rum and cokes, see you on the dark side of infinity
Well, let me first tell you that jack and cokes were ONE FUCKING DOLLAR.. It's like the club wanted me to make poor choices.
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