PS- did you die? If you did just text "dead" to me, so that I know.
Lol i'z typing this with my 962 nose
962=my?
Yeah.i
i'm lost and i look like a hooker
I'm playing with the baby I just found in your kitchen
I can't wait until next week, when I find out what drunk me added to the Netflix queue.
I made her cum... she sounded like Ray Romano
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
We're playing a drinking game to 'how to train your dragon'. has it really come to this?
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
Also, beer. Big fan.
my head feels like a yellow yolk spinning in a circle at the bottom of the bowl.. i may have a concussion, love auto correct
And I must've sleep walked to the fridge cause when I woke up, there I was, balls deep in a fudge pop.
Idk my boobs are big but i dont think theyre hide a flask in them big..
Also epiphany: I gotta quit fucking with dudes that have never seen Harry Potter. They all turn out to be shitheads who probably eat honeydew.
Its not something you can force it it just has to happen like a rainbow or pooping
Randomize
