I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
His hospital is closing...I consider it "sorry you're losing your job" sex.
My flask crushed my baggie full of aderall in my backpack, why can't my demons just live together in peace
Now that you're back together are you gonna tell him you set his stuff on fire?
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
Our funnel is on top of our neighbors roof.
All I know is that either you or I told a black guy that he looked like usher and he was sexy and that is our confession
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
I can't ever date him again. Whenever I see his face I just remember helplessly pissing myself in my car.
I would love a rich wife. Then I would be like a gym teacher or some shit. Bigfoot hunter maybe.
He was literally going down on me and giving me a foot rub AT THE SAME TIME. What more can I ask for?
He drives a tundra! Of course I fucked him. Im just saying eventually im going to need help moving and he has a nice truck. Its like thank you for later on
That was the night I passed out and someone threw chicken at me. SORRY I wasn't available to cockblock you from that Hispanic dude.
If you kill yourself you won't get to feel that feeling when you have a good shit in the morning. Arent you gonna miss that?
Eating pizza in the bath tub while watching a romantic comedy alone. I reached a new level of single.
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