I took my vicodin with tequila. I can FEEL gravity...
You asked me to be the big spoon, when you passed out on the stairs
Stumbled into class and into a desk. When I fell my bottle broke in my backpack. I had to leave there was vodka everywhere.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
I stole an ensure out of their fridge and started chugging it. That was when Maria made me leave.
Currently studying Econ, while waiting outside current booty call's residence for him to return from the strip club. This is your fault.
I'm the one on the patio wearing underwear. Holding a pipe. Pigtail and glasses. Can't miss me.
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
So it's my mom's birthday and I wanted to be super cheap and just walk up to her and say "I got you the greatest gift ever, mom! I'm actually sober right now!".
I am mentally ready for anal.
How long do I have to listen to him talk about the chickens before telling him I just really want to fuck? Note: it's already been twelve minutes.
I am drunkenly riding a razor scooter up and down the hills of Cincinnati
What in the fuck are you doing with your life
I feel like you should store your weed in something that suits your personality. For example mines in a hollowed out disney princess book.
this kid sitting diagonally in front of me is searching "cheap bongs" on google. hahahhaaha. who does this kid think he is?
But we have bathrooms and they dont
Randomize
