puking up blue gatorade is not as nearly as much fun as it sounds
sweetheart all i remember is you throwing up and saying "i thought things would be better now that barack obama is president"
On my way home I stopped at target and bought beer and galoshes. I am a planner.
we went to get a refill in his room and ended up having sex and passing out. then he woke me up with sex and gave me a beer for breakfast. i never want this to end
At one point you starting double fisting oreos in your mouth confused about how you got out of the car
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
Two things: Why did I wake up in a pool of blood? And am I still invited to the wedding?
No idea. And yes be here at 4
if i cared i wouldnt have woken you up by pouring a bottle of soy sauce on you.
is that what this stuff is?
Listen I'm a sentimental character under all this alcohol and ratchetry
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
It's astonishing how many Ludacris lyrics you know
starting to feel like a fuck wizard with a magical sixth sense for people fucking.
Seriously, I really just burned my nipple making ravioli.. I'd explain, but no reasoning makes this acceptable:/
AND ONCE AGAIN THE HENNESSEY MAKES ME A SUPER SAIYAN
Oh for fuck's sake, is that why the couch is in the pool???
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