a bus full of elementary school kids may or may not have seen me pissing off my front porch this morning
I decided that $2 and a kiss on the cheek was a great tip for the pizza girl. No one is REALLY sure how much I've have to drink.
It's like there's a party and my mouth and everyone's throwing up
Yeah I had to push her down the hallway to the hotel room in a luggage carrier. The guy at the desk told me goodluck
My uncrustable is thawing in my straightener
I am now the only person in my apartment who hasn't had sex in my bed.
My pussy is making all kinds of justifications that my mind would have no patience for if it was still in charge
Top hats and gin. This is why I love day drinking.
I feel a five day drunk coming on.
Casually brushing the Bacardi out of my hair. It's a good time to ponder regretting everything that happened last night.
I'm drinking straight vodka and railing lines of adderall while writing a paper about the nature of Jesus. It's 6:50 in the morning. College.
This was like angel cum on the bread of life filled with the nectar of the gods
So apparently I was a completely different person lastnight, one who drinks scotch and makes out with 55 year old men who look like inspector gadget
This morning I woke up in the entrance of a retirement home. Memory fragments from last night: making it rain with the contents of my wallet over the bridge, getting hit by a car, and a lot of running.
I'm not complaining, but why is it that every time I hang out with you I come home with random injuries and random girls?
Randomize
