So he flipped me over and suddenly went limp then told me he was thinking about his ex.
so you punched his junk, right?
ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
I need to move out. I just walk of shamed my way into a family breakfast party. There's no response when grandma says "where you coming from in heels at 9AM?"
Two people in the coffee shop I'm at are on a date and talking about how acid has affected them and the girl just mentioned meth. Fuck studying, this just got interesting.
i will see naked twins by the end of the night. that's all i know
At what point did you actually think that you could throw knives safely?
So how much of last night are we going to pretend never happened? Enough to stay friends?
That's the point dumbass, I can't use my boss as a reference cause they'd have to fucking call him in prison.
We stayed up until 4:20 AM. The next thing I remember was waking up at 4 PM, like my internal alarm clock knew.
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
Holy hangover, going dancing with family good idea, taking the last shot with the transvestite bar owner not so much...
If I have to masturbate more than twice a week you fail as a fuck buddy. Just so you know...................you failed
You're the only one to love me enough for me to admit the following: Rock-bottom sounds like sobbing to a Miley Cyrus song.
HE TALKS ABOUT HIS DICK IN THIRD PERSON ABORT MISSION ABORT FUCKING MISSION
If he has a beard, chances are, that’s an open invitation to sit on his face
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