You keep asking me questions like I have this magical thing called a memory
Nick had a break down & said to me "Everybody's mad at me, I'm the douchebag, Im the fucking douchebag that everyone hates, Do you wanna come home with this douchebag?!"
You're going home with him aren't you?
I'll see ya in the morning when I leave his house
they could make at least 3 episode of "i shouldn't be alive" out of my weekend
I told him I'd give him a BJ if he admited Hanson was good.
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
She keeps referring to it as an "us" Either she is seriously mistaken on what fuck buddies are or she learned another meaning of the word "us"
Exactly how does jacking off in my purse count as a 'early christmas present'?
That one life defining moment when you catch yourself pouring whisky into your hot chocolate at 4 am, whilst crying and talking to your dog.
You kept asking the bartender if you could "buy a dollar".
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
PLEASE DON'T BE HEARTLESS COME AND GET ME FROM THE BAR I'M HIGH AS SHIT AND I LOST MY SHOES
I keep shaking cocoa puffs out of my hair. Best Sunday Funday ever.
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
and eventually we just all took our pants off
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