I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
Drinking wine out of an empty soup can and watching spongebob squarepants.. I eveb hate myself
I don't know if its because i'm stoned or what but painting my kitchen yellow makes it look crooked
judging from the lines on my body they wheeled me back in a shopping cart
I've started bribing my dorm's security guard with cookies so that he doesn't tell all the boys i'm hooking up with about each other.
He came on my face. Threw a towel at me. Stole my weed. And left. I thought this would be over after we graduated?
What would you do in exchange for having a girl eat a waffle house waffle off your body?
This guy at the airport was telling me 3/4 dudes in his group got rufied at some strip club. One guy woke up in the hospital, another found himself in a random parking garage, the other got back to the room and they all shit their pants. Go Vegas.
I'd tell u there's strippers to make you get here faster, but that would be a blatant lie... There's strippers here.
So that advice that humming stops you from puking? Yeah no, just puked through my nose.
It will be too late. I will have fornicated with the enemy by then.
It is 5:00PM and I'm just now putting on underwear.
You ghosted you're own booty call. Wow what a sad sad man.
He lives in a tent in my ex'd backyard. Why the fuck would you want any of that dirty dick?
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