he quoted Bring It On. It's over.
There is no way when we get home that nothing will hapen
I will never get the visual of you crying while chewing christmas lights out of my head
i may have reached my "but im high so it's cool" quota for the month.
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
I remember fighting the chubby dude and the bouncer put me in the full Nelson. Woke up this morning with a dislocated shoulder. We need to finish the rest of this beer though
I'm just going to eat until there's an actual reason why he wouldn't want to fuck me.
When you called me you were telling a hobo that you couldn't spare ten bucks bc that was your beer money. All your words were slurred.
Fuck him.
The feeling I get when I hear beer bottles clinking must be what children feel when they hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve
Ahh, 151. Think of it this way: it took one shot to get you buzzed, I took eight. I may or may not have broken a tv with my skull that night and met someone's parents naked and hungover the next morning.
He literally wrote out a schedule. On it, there's a taco break, and a spot where I start crying.
I COULD BREAK CONCRETE WITH MY FOOTBALL ERECTION.
is there a way to say "yea i broke my wrist cause i fell down some stairs while tripping my face off on acid" without actually saying it?
yeah, but I wanna be the girl that makes him realize he's 100% gay
What did you delete my number or something
Oh honey. What makes you think I saved in in the first place?
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