This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
HE had a tribal tattoo tramp stamp, jasmine.
And all I wanted you to do is stand there and sing who let the dogs out.
Youre the drunk baby that everyone wants to take care of.
We fucked on shrooms. It's like his dick was a beam of light and when I came I turned into a prism and my orgasms were made of rainbows.
In my defense, I haven't stolen anyone's clothes yet.
Yeah, that's a plus.
I just tried to pay for a coffee with a dollar and a necco wafer.
He has an accent when he types. I can *hear* the schnitzel. Especially when he's drunk.
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
YOU WILL DIE AND I WILL CARVE 'I TOLD YOU SO' ON YOUR HEADSTONE
Through a complicated series of events, I wound up in the desert with a blue chick from comic-con. we lost peter. if you're alive, please come get us.
Hey bring in backup. its going to take a lot more beer than we think to fill up the water bed...
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
Drunk sex on a hardwood floor is never ever a good idea. Lesson learned.
you were peeing in her backyard and some dude came outside and looked at you and was like "thats not a pee spot" and you said "well it is now" then i joined you. Forever poppin squats <3
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