Did you hit it?
Turns out she was a he. but to answer your question, yes.
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you
I was cut off by 8, I need to rethink this breakup therapy strategy
Well I knew we were drunk when I told you it was a good idea to shit in the ocean
i just remember explaining why my socks were better than everyone elses.
Nope. Daytime is texting time. Night time is you send me naked pictures time.
Oh that's what I forgot last night.. To make out with her.
Please stop using me as a reference for bail bondsmen.
Oh and apparently Friday night I came home and tried assembling the Christmas tree until my mom just told me to go to bed. Blackout.
Don't worry, the house smells like waffles more than sex
I'm sorry your Amazon says buttplugs now
jusy threw up in the airport bathroom. I am no longer thankful for fireball.
Fuck you. All I remember from last night is telling random people that I'm in a "judgement free zone" then I threw up
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