I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
absolutely 100% incorrect. and i love you more you silk skinned goddess
You can't be mad at me for wanting to drink though, it is the reason we're engaged
yeah that always happens. i'm like the where's waldo of parties. i never even know where the fuck i'm at.
i thought they made a 7-hour walmart run, but they were actually in jail.
i threw up on the table at the pizza place and peed in her room mates closet. i wouldnt invite me back either
If I die I have 2 requests one a viking funeral prye and 2 I want you to take over my facebook and haunt the fuck out of everyone
That gas station is used for only two things, picking up moonshine and getting murdered. Only two outcomes.
he went at my nipples like a starved dog.
I fell asleep on the bus and woke up in Italian Las Vegas. Europe was a successful continent for me.
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
Was the picture of her twerking on a fake plant sufficient?
You kept ripping all your clothes off and saying, "Let me be free!"
honestly i've never been more attracted to you than when you threw up on my floor
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
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