It's like you don't even want to get drunk with me everyday, anymore.
We had sex on the hood of my car and broke the windshield.
she tried giving me head in the pool. it was more entertaining than pleasurable
they're mlb prospects.. of course i'm gonna bang one of them.
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
He's throwing up in my bed and I'm not even getting fucked for this
As we were fooling around he told me he was conceived on this bed like it would turn me on.
At one point, you closed your eyes and asked me which 'six flags' we were at
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
Yesterday was just the icing on the rejection cake that was my week
I can't turn my head to the left, I'm pissing out of my ass, and my finger went through the toilet paper today... I need you.
Oh we were great hosts that night. We made sure to leave all the beds open by passing out on the bathroom floors instead.
I complemented his smile, he sends me a dick pic. Seriously?
Interesting, I was always told to run away from crazy, but you seem to think we should run towards them dick first.
Hey sorry if you felt me holding your hand in the middle of the night I was actually just checking you had a pulse
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