threw up in my backpack again. Asian guy I cheat from wasn't pleased.
He snuck into some random hotel's continental breakfast at 3 AM and then passed out on a bench in the lobby. When the cops found him they made him empty out his pockets. No phone, no ID just muffins.
Eating doritas dunked in queso con salas. Salllas. Salska. Salsa. Got it. Shhiitt. Salsa con queso. That's better. I'm hot pink socks.
It went alright, nothing too special, just got threatened with a knife by our server.
You were throwing up and said, "Whipe my face, I must look presentable at all times."
it's only monday and im already failing all my classes. i give up. tequila tuesday is my only friend.
We can just keep having sex until one of us finds someone we actually like
I'm making a date with someone on Playstation Home. That's how my sex life is going right now.
Quick how do you hit on a guy in the car behind you? It's important.
Clothes make me feel like a responsible adult and that's just not something I'm ready to handle.
We just broke my bed mid-sex, laughed, then continued. If that isn't true love I don't know what is.
I found it. now I'm going to the gym to be "healthy" or whatever that folklore is called.
I curse you to think about Guy Fieri whenever you have sex with your lady.
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
Randomize
