Ok walking to car, 3 gay guys park get out of car, one on phone says 'I dont know but I was definately getting some curb rubbing'
I got otter pops to cool the beers, it's an all around better idea.
i just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry.
dude i need to stop getting high. i cant afford to eat like this...
No. Especially when my uncle started stripping. Too many shots. So that's where I get that from.
I'm bleeding from my lower lip, and I have bruises around my neck. It was just easier to say I got mugged.
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
She asked the taxi driver to stop at the Texaco because she had to puke. She did then stumbled into the gas station and bought a 40.
I forgot my id and a man called soup is buying me vodka.
The last text I sent him was about nachos. Frankly, if he can't respond positively to that he can fuck off...
Like, what's the customary waiting period to hookup with your newly single ex that you never stopped hooking up with?
Would it be wildly inappropriate for me to tailgate a Jonas brothers concert?
he went down on me to a drake song and now i think i need a penicillin shot
Vodka and cigarettes aside, my body is a temple.
IT IS NICKEL SHIT NIGHT
*shot. Why
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