when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
Shame should no longer be a word in your vocabulary.
Can we ask the Hungry Howie's guy to pick up some blunt wraps on the way over?
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
Was it high me or sober me who put those Jolly Rancher sticks in the freezer? I'd be soooo impressed if it was high me.
Best part? I know that the likelyhood of this turning into an intimate relationship is like 4.25%
The kid across the hall found me in the hallway using a hot pocket box as a pillow. I said its okay I live here.
I'm going to make "gut the love salmon" a common slang term for sex. Spread the word.
He just walked from his house to mine. Walked in and asked for a hug and then left.. And he's sober.
not a day goes by that I don't wish you were here or I there. Today it was because I had the desire to get high and go look at the jellyfish at the aquarium and you're the perfect buddy for that.
She's high and running across rooftops. Yes we're going to end up in A&E again.
I cried at the bar for 30 minutes because I got my arm stuck in my sweater. I got free drinks for the rest of the night after the bartender helped me.
New Serial podcast is out. We can listen to it tonight instead of having sex.
I'm getting reacquainted with drunk me. She has grown up a lot.
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