# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
TYLER... glimpse of last night: leather chaps, guacamole dip, a jump rope, spray paint, and rhinestone studded pajamas.
i think you have the wrong number... but your story sounds delightful.
I wish you were here to vomit in your hand.
Imagine if sharks could walk on land...scary.
I woke up under a table, with a huge Mexican sombrero, a box of 120 doughnuts and a bloody nose. It all screams success.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?
Pretty sure I used toilet water to wash vomit off my face last night...
I'm just checking to make sure you don't want to go to the farmers market... This is an assumption based on the fact that you were slapped with a sandwich last night and you remained unconscious.
I just wrote my resume on the same park bench I got felt up at in freshman year of highschool... I've truly come full circle
I'm too over dressed and drunk for this emergency vets office
Does going to a local bar count as taking part in Small Business Saturday? Asking for a friend
So you're saying that I ended up challenging a dude to Uno then proceed to punch them in the face?
U just kept yelling her vagina wasn't a priority bc u had a bowl of cheerios calling your name
You were sober bartending last night right?
Sorta. I remember you crying, ripping rose petals off the flower stem and slowly sprinkling them behind the bar at me and singing softly
Romantic
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