your room smells of hookers.
And success
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
We just got really drunk and bought toilet paper. Successful Monday.
I was just counting ceiling tiles when he ate me out, it was that bad.
open bar reception. dayglow. pray for me
I lost track of him after he threw the handful of pennies at the 2 female cops and ran into the darkness. I heard a tazer and a scream. All that is left is his flip flop. Its like hes drunken man-derella.
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
not a day goes by that I don't wish you were here or I there. Today it was because I had the desire to get high and go look at the jellyfish at the aquarium and you're the perfect buddy for that.
I think I might get 604 tattooed on my ass tonight...
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
I love the fact that my Mom has been present at 90% of my drug deals.
He also told me he would eat mozzarella sticks before having sex with me so I'm mad at him.
He asked me to come stay with him so he could "see that ass and watch Harry Potter."
If you can't trust the person at the taco cabana drive thru, who can you trust?!
You tried to chase every shot with a blueberry.
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