I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
i think the cat found all the blow we lost...
Apple trackpads and semen don't mix. On the way to the Apple Store.
She tried to kill herself by taking a whole packet of panadol. I mean HELLO THAT'S ME EVERY SUNDAY MORNING.
The nursing school interview showed me a picture of my passed out during your party. They asked if this was a frquent thing. I told them you drugged me.
I vaguely remember trying to exfoliate my face with your leg hair. Sorry about that.
sometimes after I smoke and the high has gone away...the high will come back like three hours later for a brief yet gripping ride.
that's usually when I end up in someone's house, having sex with someone else, while that someone's roommate makes us mozzarella sticks.
Oh and I'm kind of in the library.
Waiting for the foreign guy who keeps staring to make his creepy move.
I puked up my nose. THAT kind of night
Actually I more feel like I'm on a ship about to grab the holy grail off an island
The ship is me being high the holy grail is some profound idea I'm about to have
Hey sorry about last night. can I come pick up my tooth?
I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
I fell into a police barricade, a cop helped me up and asked if I've been drinking. I just looked at him and said "dude.." He proceeded to take out his handcuffs
that may or may not have been my penis.
There’s an entire generation of people out there who didn’t grow up watching Mr. Rogers and it shows. These Boomers need to get their shit together.
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