I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
alright got my week's quota of sex in, ready for modern warfare 2
the dude from the bar called to tell his mom about me immediately after we finished PLEASE COME GET ME
Just smoked a bowl with the exterminator. I think my day is more productive.
i don't even specifically remember last night, it's just one big wonderful lesbianic blur.
No, I think it was the night I threw up in her front yard. You're thinking of the time I threw up in her backyard.
Ask her if said friend is decent looking or a wildabeast. Need to know if I need to top these 8 coronas off with a little tequila.
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
Do you remember me making bird noises at the bartender with some guy at the bar last night?
Yeah when I texted her last night the only response I got was "stoned eating cobbler."
I really have to stop going to the movies high. Spending $10 to not know what the fuck is going on is starting to get pricey.
I can never have sex in Utah again. The altitude had me breathing like a fat kid going up stairs.
YAS. BRING CRAB.
i woke up on the floor in front of the fireplace and my last google search was "fuck sponges"
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