Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
you told me heaven would be the 3 of us at Moe's forever and every hot girl that walked in would ask us to play stone face
i really wish i had a remote for my computer. its all the way on my bed while im across the hall puking my brains out to enya. not cool.
I'm not a pervert.. I just like to be naked...
i chipped my tooth tryin to cut thru her pantyhose. that stuff is bulletproof.
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
I'll be a little late, "getting ready for the party" turned into "smoking a bowl and doing lines in my room for an hour and a half." But I'm on my way now. With coke. And weed.
When his Irish accent comes out my uterus hums. Or some productive organ down there, I'm not sure of the logistics
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
How many times have we said we'd stop taking Jell-O shots with strangers?
The fact that you screamed, "Alf is my spirit animal!" is proof enough that we're too old for peyote.
If you're doing something that makes your best friend lock you in a bathroom you shouldn't be doing it
I've also stopped shaving, like, everything. I can't tell if I'm empowered or sad
She gave me a collar. When I asked what this was for she replied "I'm taming your dick"
Holy. shit. Chris has no pants on. In public. Fuck. Need you.
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