To think... Somewhere, too drunk by buckcherry is someone's theme song
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
It's like that depressing moment when you drop your cocaine in the snow.
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
He only talks to me during the summer and it's probably because I let him fuck me in my pool last year.
don't forget friday is see who can get the most free drinks at the gay bar contest. winner gets $50
He was crying because he hiccuped every time he kissed me. We then crawled to the kitchen because neither of us could stand, and I spoon-fed him peanut butter "to cure his ailment."
This is love.
Which part? The alcoholic cupcakes or the lesbian st paddys day party?
Lets just say I chased with a burrito.
You just can't come from being "the girl who shit her pants."
Tell him to dress up like Shaggy and kidnap him then bring him to me. We can pretend. Imaagination.
sex on the stairs. not our finest idea.
what's the least obnoxious place that i could barf on the bus?
They were supposed to legalize it when there was a chance someone might actually propose to me. I'm appealing this bullshit.
DO NOT LET HIM TAKE CONTROL OVER YOUR BOWELS
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