I texted him about a book we both like. I was expecting a "ya great book... let's bone" response. It didn't work
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
I'm starting therapy this week.. Taylor Swift music isn't cutting it for me anymore
Last night you tried to pee on my bed...in the hallway...your room...and the showers. When I finally got you on the toilet you passed out.
This is the prime rib incident all over again
Taking back a box of condoms is possibly the most depressing thing i've ever done
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
There's a very real possibility that I'll wake up in your uncle's driveway.
Just think. Tomorrow you'll wake up, shower, and get your brains fucked out. That's your ice cream. Today is your peas and carrots.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
Why is hotel staff askin about the blood in our room
This may have to wait till tomorrow. I smoked so my back wouldn't hurt and I overshot relaxed by like 4 hits casually
It's a little weird that I'm blowing my wingman.
Don’t fucking talk to that dude from monday!! Ethical consumption dude, don’t fuck shitty guys
I'm sober now, I ate a whole cantaloupe.
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