Your mouth is God's brothel.
How can i ever say i miss u when u wont go away
The voicemail says i shouldn't bother ever showing my face there again, i don't understand
We visited your boss last night. guess you wont be paying the rent this month, eh?
I remember sitting there at the toilet, bleeding everywhere and thinking, "I walked from my bedroom to here. What happened?"
You just begged me to mute the porn and watch her ass bounce while listening to dubstep the whole time.
I'm sure I'm not the FIRST newly single girl to table dance at a family restaurant.
who has that picture of us looking like alcoholics at the zoo?
The cops knocked on our door just to ask us if we were really having a no-pants party.
I got carried to one bar. Got a piggy back ride to the next bar. I was just testing our drinking team for st pattys day to make sure they are able to handle me more drunk than that.
I woke up to a 3rd person picture of my own dick sent from a 1-800 number..
In other news my cocaine dealer got arrested for heaving some kid out of a fourth story window.
I don't know if dry shampoo will fix the decisions we made last night.
Plus who wants to live somewhere tom jerked off? No one.
Fuck the library it's too quiet and makes me uneasy. I feel like I'm so isolated I should take off my pants or something
Well that's very sweet of you. I have a strange feeling you're going to regret this when you sober up.
NO REGRETS FUCK DA POLICE
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