He's on drugs...like drugs for horses.
she's in the bathroom. spitting in the trashcan. not throwing up. just spitting and singing bad romance by lady gaga.
thatta girl
We played Russian Roulette with a revolving Nerf gun. If you shot yourself in the face, you had to drink.
She put her phone in her underwear and it somehow managed to work it's way into her vagina. she has a BLACKBERRY.
All signs point to mom being high. 1) making chicken at 2 am. 2) dancing to smooth jazz. 3) she asked where the peanut butter was
Jus posted an album so big that it takes my manhood into question
Vodka @ 9pm. Library. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.
When I sent you a text telling you to splash water on your face, you texted me back with 'Iwehre N qyull.'
This place smells like bottom shelf liquor and broken dreams
I wish the sun would stop judging me for being drunk while it's still shining.
He wanted me to strip for him. I told him that we aren't at that serious of a fuck buddy relationship yet
oh the usual. high as balls and crying about the hunger games.
I showed him my machete and then we made out in the kitchen
I just wish the first erections of my life didn't take place at a dentists office but hey whatever I turned out alright
I don't think Buddha would recommend a sexscpade across Mexico
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