She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
No she hasen't showed up to my place yet, last I heard she was puking as she was walking without stopping near the park.
Well you are. Awfully cute even. Like baby bunnies. And tiny, tiny penises. You know.
Just for future questioning, I didnt break up with you over text
remind to leave next time the words "tequila" and "challenge" are shouted
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
I dont think ive ever had a drunk day betray me so hard before
you are dancing on the line between undergrad and alcoholic.
Who knows. I'd probably only get a makeout with an OTPHJ from her so the return on sexual investment from her isn't looking that great.
I think anything that happens between 12 and 2 am is just sketchy enough to be a good idea.
Sex on acid. Try it. I thought we were fucking in outer space with fireworks inside a rocketship car. Best.
dropping lines from Workaholics has slowly become my icebreaker when hitting on girls. who would have thought "lets get weird" would cause girls to actually get weird
I'm so sad at the lack of dick in my life I am going to get sauced and make rice krispy treats
Sooooooooooooo you woke up on a rooftop. Classy
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