He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
that knocking you heard last night......that was her head slowly going through the wall
guy at the corner shop gets out a bottle of tequilla and a pack of malboro light whenever he sees me through the door. makes me feel loved and cared for
Just because he's a soilder doesn't mean his dick is a hero.
I'm riding in a wheelchair, being pulled by a golf cart. You need to be here.
This could help me cancel out guys. First 4 that text me get to stay in the loop. And the last one gets the boot. We'll do this til there's only one man standing
i can't understand anything he's saying. But he spells alcohol right everytime so i deciphered it.
And on that day, Satan said; "Let there be the friend zone and let us get fucking high." while Jesus silently cried in the background.
It's like they're playing jeopardy and the category is "things that make women dry."
My boob is missing a layer of skin
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
Seriously, though. As long as it's attached to you and is not a vagina, I will not be disappointed.
They forgot my ranch. They're dead to me.
One door closes, one man cooks for you through the next open door
It's official. I have spent more money on weed than on textbooks this semester.
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