so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
I remember saying "sorry" to the blunt before throwing it out the window
I slept face down in the dirt because I wanted to go camping?
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
I just spend twenty minutes scrubing the "Happy Birthday" off of my vagina. He's never gonna forget this.
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
Want to come over and play therapist and then fuck all the emotion away?
Also. I plan to spend time with you at boomers, high, teaching ourselves how to pee standing up.
All you have to do is speak. Your voice reverberates strait to my vagina.
This is America. Thomas Jefferson would have said I want some vagina.
Yeah if I don't text back. I'm eating. sleeping. Or lifting. Or drinking. Or playing call of duty. Like shit man
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
I don’t know if I’m nauseous or just disgusted with myself.
Do you remember trying to sleep under the pool table while wearing a reflective vest?
Nope.
You kept saying you had to be safe.
So. Um. Hypothetically speaking...how would one get a squirrel out of the house?
Randomize
