susan atkins died, charles manson's lady
dont cry, there are other serial killers to crush on.
friends don't let friends hook up with gingers.
This is the 4 year anniversary of the last time I shit my pants. Let's get drunk...
The stoners next door have their couch on the sidewalk again, shirtless, soaking their feet in a baby pool and listening to loud ukulele music. I want their life.
I just found him singing into an empty paper towel roll while microwaving an empty ice cream carton. I'm gonna run away now.
the only thing keeping me going right now is the knowledge that in 2 hours i'll be drunk at the circus.
You insisted we put glow sticks on you so that we didn't lose you if you went pee in the dark.
I believe I won the Golden Vodka Bottle of sadness last night for crying while being party boyed.
Will you just get over yourself and come over here and give me that dick...then you can go back home and continue to cry over us breaking up. Thank you
And really all I wanted was to be like "hey can I borrow your dick for a few hours this weekend?"
The entire state will know me by my boobs.
Now that mom and dad sold the camper, do you think it's okay to talk about all the sex I had in it?
I don't even have his number. I have his pants tho
I'm constantly crying, and now I start crying every time I masturbate which is a fun development.
Sorry I fucked your cousin. Again. I just wanted him to take me on his boat.
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