the bus pole looks like a man who feels guiltyty about something
Sorry, I don't speak sober.
i lost his rear view mirror, your phone charger, and my lesbian virginity. 21 isn't shaping up too well so far.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
Pants-less sunday? Also I'm high and independence day is making me cry
im coming over
Ahh you know it's going to be a long day when you mistake a beer for a sprite at 10:30 in the morning while babysitting
whose ass print is on the piano?
Can I just say that you're probably one of my favorite people to have sex with and then eat hummus with at 3:45am?
I heard that clinking noise from behind me and I already knew you were whipping out a Smirnoff in class. Again.
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
So apparently someone caught him as he was falling. And carried him around the rest of the night.
Ok, in complete transparency, I am eating a cookie on my bed naked while reading a Halo novel.
Wow. Memory lane. What a horrendously unsightly jizz stain on the tapestry of life.
You weren't singing into a microphone in front of an audience. You were screaming into your fist in the check-out aisle in Walmart.
Let the clothes fall where they may.
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