i hate sounding clingy, but i just wanted to verify i wasn't an asshole in your mind
I'm lost and stupid without you.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
is it really this hard to find a guy i can fuck and have a good time with who doesn't ask where things are going btwn us?
you sound like my dream girl
As long as they suck a good dick I don't care what fruit they have and where they have it
One little Beyonce reference and he turns on me faster than liberals on Jon Mackey
He ended up walking out of his bedroom and told me to look at the nonexistent fire he was holding in his hand. Im upset I didn't take those shrooms.
she crawled under her car and passed out. Unfortunately her feet were sticking out and someone called 911 because they thought she had been run over.
Also when they left they could only find one sock between the two of them. Apparently we're like crazy sock ripping vixens when we bring guys home drunk
I think I just snorted head and shoulders by mistake.
I heard moaning and ass slapping and sponge bob.
direct quote from andrew "you know i can't hear when i drink whiskey"
The only difference between us and a pack of 14 year old girls is substance abuse
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
i just thought a plastic bag was my cat. i just pet a plastic bag. that high.
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