i guess. but if i can salvage this and still somehow see you naked i feel like that's a win
I don't smoke a lot but now and then I do. Weed and I are like still standing naked in a bathroom together deciding if we should blow one another or bolt for the exit. An awkward relationship.
it appears as though my vagina has gotten the best of me again
Hangovers were designed by God when he decided that so far he had taken it WAY TOO EASY on me.
Its funny that cleaning up pieces of water balloons and shot glasses every morning is becoming a routine
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
We tried the hang n bang, remember? You ruined it by crying and telling me you loved me while blowing me.
i'm teaching a bunch of people how to grow weed over snapchat. no shame.
The walk home lasted longer than the sex. He lives in the flat above the bar.
Funny how the post-sex UTI lasted longer than the entire relationship.
This is even better than the wine from my laundry basket
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
I worry about your feelings an awful lot for somebody who gets off on making you cry
There's hope in those eyes, for a better tomorrow or more cocaine, we may never know, but there's hope.
I didn't want to shower, so I shaved my legs in the pool . That drunk .
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