I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
six shots in, he is hammered and doing stretches before each shot
screw that ipod for my birthday.. i just want a weed brownie the size of my face. that's all.
I'm just trying to think of how much money Little Debbie would make if pot was legalized.
Apparently, I kept going on about how i'm going to name my first born Ramen. I think this is a good parenting move.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
I've started brushing my teeth at 6pm, because honestly alcohol is the only thing I consume after that
well when I said that I would ride his face until he ran out of oxygen, that's when I knew I shouldn't be around beautiful people anymore.
alright well Taco Bell Closes at 12 so you better pray to god she's asleep by then or I'm running in your house butt ass naked with a bag of tacos
Kids I used to babysit are now fuckable members of my social media periphery.. Getting old sucks
The Domino's delivery guy is in front of me at The Wendy's drive-through. Hmmm.....
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
You left your pants here again. 4th time in a row. How can you walk home without pants?
The Adderall says yes, but my body says no.
He bought me a bottle of Malibu. I think I could love this guy.
I've loved people for a lot less.
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