white trash or talent: driving, 1 hand on the wheel, 1 holding a cell phone & talking & smoking without using hands..in an old beater pickup..
Both
I wish they made helmets for livers.
you're just mad cause i madeout with you while having a mouth full of chewed pretzels
Woke up in a kilt. And it's not my kilt. Drinking was a success.
They woke me up at 4 in the morning screaming "drunk adventure time!" because they needed a sober chaperone. They made me walk them around the block shoeless.
Just walk straight and zig zag through cars tell you get to the road. That's where I am. Perpendicular to the doors do not make any turns
We fucked through the entire Destiny's Child album, it was a beautiful thing.
That's the last time I get in a car with six rappers headed to god knows where.
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
All she has to do is text me and my dick gets hard. It doesn't matter what it's about. Last text was about a homeless dude
He came inside and met my grandmother after we had sex in the driveway. I love that he has a van.
I slept on her porch...in her dads handcuffs
my very deepest apologies for the unintentional cock block.
There's a pregnant girl taking shots of apple juice
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