Went to gas station for smokes. three cops pulled in. got gas i didn't need. found diff gas station.
good choice.
so i replaced his speed with my ped egg shaveings
dont u have athletes foot?
The fact that he grabbed my boob in the middle of the conversation shows something needs to change
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
Second wind. Either that or my heart is about to explode. I'm hoping the first one.
I needed that adderall to break my tradition of passing out at the bar on Sundays
Dilemas of the modern woman: deciding whether or not to write on your ex's wall for his birthday. This is serious.
So when this rash is gone wanna hang out?
All is fair in love and war and toga parties
the best part of college is nobody can tell me not to eat six toaster strudels and jerk off in the shower
He said he loves me but he haven't eaten me out yet. So I don't think he means it.
Really though. It's your life, live it how you want
And I do mostly. Which is why I'm now drunk in my room writing erotica
Seeing my ex post concert Snapchat videos as an Instagram really reinforces that I made the right choice...
We're starting to light shit on fire, bring a metal bucket. Be prepared, Jimmy's off his meds.
When we get drunk one of us ends up running off and fucking someone in an inappropriate place, like the roof of the restaurant, or Greece, while the other convinces people not to worry and not to go looking. That good sir is a real mother fucking friendship.
Thats what I'm talking about
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