4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
i'd like someone to explain to me why my clothes are all sticky. including my fanny pack. yes, this is a mass text.
I vaguely remember telling people they were not trash cans
they duct taped my keg cup to my hand with my sister's phone number on it. I should be ok tonight.
We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
like stop trying to get a relationship out of this when i'm clearly in the drunken mistakes part of my life.
Last time i was there we saw the window of the pizza place we were at get busted, we were pulled out of a taxi to be questioned by the cops, and we peed outside a waffle house. I'm in.
He kept checkin to make sure you were still alive after you passed out on his bed, After like the 4th time he walked back in there you were naked on his bed eating an apple, claiming he needed to be the Adam to your Eve..That drunk..
Also when i was high i would close my eyes and see a puppy on a grill having pancake batter poured on it.... And for whatever reason it was fucking hilarious.
Out of all the people in the house to show their tits at mcdonalds to try and get free food, they picked those two?
I'm not sure what step "make amends" is, but my phone is on
It was all good till you had ppl chasin shots of ciroc with fucking applesauce
He told me I'm a small core of pure evil wrapped up in sweetness, gold, and puppies. He gets me.
That is beautiful
YAS. BRING CRAB.
The man sent me a video of him doing the helicopter, the least I can do is go visit him in the hospital
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