Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
I bought the tickets, he brought the weed. thanks to you, we had to roll a joint out of my bible paper.
Clearly, I'm already going to hell, so there's no point in trying anymore.
I hope the doctor doesnt lift up and my shirt and listen to my lungs. I dont want to explain why I have rug burns on my back.
I'm currently sitting on the floor of a hostel reception area taking swigs of straight vodka, singing with people whose English doesn't go far beyond Lion King songs. I thought you might appreciate it.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
He actually has his life put together though, during the date we walked by a shoppers drugmart where my friend and I once flashed a janitor and all I could wonder was how does he not see shit show written all over me?
You coulda licked the floor this morning and got drunk.
Dude, she got "I party too much" skinny. She looks like a recovering drug addict.
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
I caved man... I fucked her so vigorously, desperately trying to correct her wonky eye. My determination was relentless.
You are a terrible person.
I just try to be optimistic...
Sorry about waking up naked in your bed this morning.
Will you trust fall hold me, so I can pee of this building.
Eating a TV dinner and watching Goosebumps on Netflix, the sad, sad title of my autobiography.
well i blew him then my wife blew him, so im guessing we'll be seeing him around, yeah
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