Its about making memories worth repressing
so I woke up and found tortilla in my belly button
I didn't realize I was holding it, until I was like, "whose baby is this?"
It wasn't the stripper that gave you the hickey but I just figured out who did
Weer fine. went to buiy cigxs, but hes theonly one waering shoes. He caem out wti chicke fingers instead. whatecer, there th 8 dollar kind.
No sexy Asian girl. No comfy bed. I'm just gonna lie here in the hall next to the garbage can until someone comes home.
Blood and glitter go together right?
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
Dude, they're still mid-coitus. Pretty sure running in to high five my roommate mid-thrust is a mood-breaker.
Like I actually don't feel all that great but the fact that I'm not projectile vomiting at work makes life seem so magical
He started a convo with me by saying that we went to high school together and then recommended I try meth.
Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"
SShout out to Barney the Dinosaur for teaching me how to sing the ABCs backward. I just scored a free pitcher.
I got my period during my acid trip. It was weird.
You put THAT much Jager in me and expect me to realize when things are a bad idea?
Randomize
