I'm laying in your front yard are you home
I really wish I could go back in time to change the course of events that led to me sitting on the internet at 3 Googling 'Traumatic masturbation' while talking to you about failed dates, and running a virtual restaurant in a video game.
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
After I threw him out he walked down the street peeing in stride. I almost wanted to let him back in.
And then she banged "the first Italian rapper"
there is no 'pace myself' on the blackout express
party gras won. party gras always wins.
Now that you're back together are you gonna tell him you set his stuff on fire?
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
I like my landing strip. Makes me feel sophisticated.
What you did last night can never be called sophisticated. I don't care how you trim your pubes.
If I could drive and get you Starbucks I would... But that's probably not a good idea. On account of the drugs.
Is the party worth it?
I am drink. Beer pony and singing.
The only thing I remember from last night is being naked in his bed if that's not summer drinking at it's finest then I don't wanna live anymore
I know it was a good night because I got a lecture from my roommates mom about stranger danger
Look, all I'm saying is that you're going to be a great Vodka Mom.
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