And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
Busta Rhymes just yelled at me! He cut a song off and I was clapping and he looked right at me and said "don't fucking clap." I was that white guy.
and after you realized your puke was bright blue, you started crying hysterically and screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BE A SMURF!" no more uv blue for you.
he suggested we appoligize to eachother. then do blow and painkillers & have ourselves a make-up party.
Aaaaand that would be the most of my hand I've ever fit into a vagina before.
My password hint says "not sunset, also facebook." i need to stop doing computer things while high. I will never figure this clue out.
I woke up and found a doughnut on our front porch. It's not sketchy though. More like a gift from the gods.
He straight up just had me drive all the way here and when I got here he was drinking a cup of tea and right after said he needed to go to bed
I run into you far too many times while completely stoned and/or drunk for this not to be fate. It's like god is telling you to fuck me.
It has been happening a lot lately.
I don't know if trying Molly for the first time before my flight was an awesome or aweful idea
You were supposed to be my wingman and all you kept to her friend was "kill it with fire"..
He fell asleep cradling my ass and every time I moved he adjusted his hand accordingly. I've found the one.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was passing that sobriety test.
What's the plan?
Not sure. I think I'll take a dump on his windshield.
I remember that. We went to taco bell looking for pizza.
Randomize
