It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
I'm like a wolly mammoth down there. what do I tell him?
He looked at me like he has never had a girl throw up on him before.
I was surprised he admitted he couldnt keep up. We both knew but usually they dont come out and say it
I slept face down in the dirt because I wanted to go camping?
But besides the pee thing, he sounds like a nice guy.
He called the drink "The Annexation of Puerto Rico". He wouldn't tell us whats in it but said that we should all fear for our lives. Let's do this.
He completely dissapeared at the baseball game. We found him passed out at the hotel three hours later with souviner photos of himself at the top of the Sears Tower.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
Whos eating a bunch of acid and watching fireworks tomorrow? This guy. Thats who.
And my parents said I crawled through the house
Ok. As long as I can keep Kevin contained to the room I'll be ok. If not u might have a naked puking Kevin at ur door
When he said he lived in a closet I thought he meant his room was really small or something... But he actually has a queen size mattress on the floor of his roomates walk-in closet.
I've never sung with balls in my mouth
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