why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
I like complaining with weaving words and complex sentences. It makes me seem more sophisticated and less bitchy.
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
So i think we're being coned into a threesome with the promise of pokemon
I mean we havent seen each other since december and then bam its cinco de mayo and were having sex under a life guard tower taking tequila shots between each position. no big deal
i find it unbelievable that you didn't think it was necessary to intervene when i started letting people autograph my body with spray tan.
she's crying and begging for her chapstick and insisting on walking home...her every thursday ritual
He told me I handled myself pretty well considering how drunk I was. He failed to realize that the lollipop I had was one I found on the ground a few minutes before hand.
... why is there a bottle of pee on my headboard?
P.S. I just made up pleasure scepter for the purpose of that last message.
I didn't even realize I grinded on a security guard last night. Shit. Did he at least like it?
It's not so much that I'm giving her money because I threw up on her floor. It's more like I'm paying her to never ever mention it again.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
I was really hoping my 420 would involve a lot more weed and a lot less buttholes
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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