You lit the bowl with a rolled up paper towel that you ignited on the stove.
His room was full of guns. It was like having sex with Clint Eastwood.
Were driving two hours to st louis so we can pee on the arch. See you in the morning. I might be sober by then.
I was told to ask you about memoirs of a geisha.
You did a strip tease for the toilet.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
All I know is that your reaction after this date with him was "I think I did cocaine" so I'm sold on this boy
That's the best thing about having gay dads, you don't gotta do shit on mothers da and everybody is down wit getting wasted on mimosas at brunch
Dude, you vomitted into a trashcan wearing your bear hands and high heels. Your drug dealer even said that was rough.
He texted me at 2am telling me to come get my American flag from his place, if that's not code for sex idk what is
Why did I wake up with BYOB sharpied on my stomach
It would be magical, all 2 min of it.
I love how when he said ecstasy pills both of our heads whipped around like a couple of horned owls.
no i'm going to the dr today, he fucking banshee-shrieked in my ear as he was coming and now i can't hear out of it
don't worry dude i have your phone, text me when youre gonna come get it
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