honey bunches of taint.
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
i swear, as soon as they invent a cure for herpes, he's mine.
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
Sorry about the picture of wills balls via snapchat last night btw
Your brother slept on my deck. There was a key under the mat. Relapse party success.
He pulled a bucket of fried chicken out of his backpack as a peace offering. Under the chicken was a rainbow bag of weed. We're dating again.
it's not like I want to die, I just want life to stop for a little bit. how does that work?
I'm drunk and I have your birth certificate
MY GOD DAMN TV STOPS WORKING EVERY TIME I AM THIS FUCKING HIGH. WHY MUST IT TORMENT ME?!
I'm pretty sure I just came a kidney stone..
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
She just kept screaming and saying "fucking you is like fucking a mountain"
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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