I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
I had a drunk dream I lived on a puppy farm. I hope this dream repeats every night of my life.
The kid that passed out is still in the bathtub filled with ice and the empties
Why the fuck did I wake up in a chair with mouth clamps?!
I shit myself. Legit. And I burnt my tongue. Unrelated incidents, but related in the sense of general discomfort.
Is it weird to say that Kobe reminds me of a wise brontosaurus?
Puke, feathers, beads, and solo cups all on my way to class. I'm surprised anyone's alive after this weekend.
He gave me twenty cool ranch tacos and declared, drunk, " Look, I do good"
Had the best sex Thursday night then Friday night I met his girlfriend. The worst thing is we became friends like she gave me her number.
I'm going to have to include Angry Orchard in my thesis acknowledgements
he appreciated my fucking vagina for two hours he can appreciate my honesty
I told my dad that he was in a band and he was all like " good job" and then he looked up the band and listened to their music and just went " oh have you disappointed me"
Scary. I hope people take me seriously. Maybe I should black out less to be sure
I miss your drunken presence, and strong odor of hard liquor and potent weed.
Randomize
