remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
oh no, im for sure still drunk. i wana eat evrything in the fancy feast commercial... everything
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
And I was slip and sliding my life away on a giant tarp with tons of soap and bitches. Priorities man, priorities.
I deem her datable let the dance of attraction commence
She's trying to put on her dog muzzle on her self
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
To be fair, I'm probably one of the better candidates for the role of 'baby daddy' in this town
I'm also sorry that I ate your chicken sandwich while you were throwing up....
Lesson learned:nothing good comes from an at home wax kit.
I laid naked in his bed as he brought me an ice cream sandwich so I would say everything worked out great
They had like literally all the dildos. It looked like a seance for dick. I left the apartment and haven't been back.
Well, that's not my fault. I make decisions all the time when I'm drunk.
There's wine in the fridge here. You could leave school and we could get day drunk.
That's my favorite drunk.
You kept shouting about how you were the king of all bitches...and doors, for some reason.
Randomize
