dude i'm inner monologue high
Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
Maybe i should go to church more so i can meet girls like in that song, you know, the ones that act slutty on every day but sunday...
ah, so the catholic church. i gotcha
my sisters under your porch take her home
we sang "a whole new world" together. either he's my gay best friend or the love of my life.
Mid thrust he tells me that we have bio together
so, are you laying bloody on campus somewhere or did you go out after class and forget to let me know?
bloody. ill be home soon.
Got a personal ride from safe ride. I was crying so hard. The driver said think of something happy and I said Disney. In which I sang him Aladdin. So I got home ok
I'm driving up the street and can't tell if my ears are actually about to pop or not.
A solid 8.5 on the baked meter, I need to stop.
I feel like death crawled up inside me and died. That sick
He was telling me how he was trying to grow up. And then 2 minutes later, he told me he was tripping on lsd for the first time.
I have jury duty tomorrow
I almost deep fried my finger today and yet I think you are worse off than I am.
Just found out that my name comes from part of my mom's old stripper name.
When I met you, I was just like "who the fuck is this drunk chick throwing up on my bed?" But I'm glad we're friends now
So how do I tell him I've been sleeping with his wife too?
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