So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
I realize now. I should have just made out with everyone and anyone when I had the chance.
Sorry I wasn't really responding earlier. I was really fucking high and so into that car chase.
I'm eating lunch next to a table of beautiful culturally-diverse women chattering away happily. It's like sitting next to a Yaz commercial.
By the way, turns out "Danny B" is his penis. Not his cousin. I was right.
He thought I was flirting with him but really I just needed someone to hold me up.
Dude you took some guys glasses off his face and ran out of the bar
All I want to do is get high and needlepoint. Fuck your judgement
GOOD NEWS I CAN BRING THE VODKA IN MY LUGGAGE
I definitely don't have enough experience with hookers to be in this group text anymore.
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
I feel like my foot is being amputated. Or maybe it's the vodka. I couldn't tell you.
my underwear is inside out , I have a giant hickie. I'm wearing last nights makeup. this is going to be the best day at work ever
Ahhh, beer. My second favorite breakfast drink.
I’m not saying you’re wrong, I’m just saying he’s denying what you’re saying.
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