1:32 am: your girlfriend looks like a man
1:48 am: your uglier
the jail released me with 39 mardi gras beads. I need details.
yeah i fucked her in the storage room on the inflatable mattress. i don't know if i should feel proud for me or bad for her.
dinner is belligerent. she just poured the rest of the pitcher of margaritas into a take home box. people are staring.
i like being sick. whatever the doctor gave me is awesone. the walls are waving at me. i never want to get better.
Nothing kills the mood when I am hooking up on the dance floor like the DJ saying Happy Valentines.
That doesn't help it make any more sense. Because now you've brought pinata condoms into this.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
His ankle bracelet went off in the middle of sex. That makes a girl reevaluate her life...
I'm at the bar alone. Is this how you feel?
You told me to remind you that the bruise on your ass is from when you danced on the table at Ziggy's, saw a cop and tried to 'fly away'.
Also, I saved your name as Everclear last night. No idea why I did that.
Woke up naked on a bed full of money, doughnuts, and keys that weren't mine. Unsent dick pick on phone, and cheap cigar butt on my pillow. Also...I maybe hotwired my car.
when you wake up naked in a bed with glowsticks, a rolled ankle, a hangover, and a condom; alone. you wonder shit
I want you inside me. Finish your papers.
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