I woke up with my face in a pile of pancakes and 3000 mistakes.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
you read me verses from the beginners bible until my answering machine finally ran out of time and cut you off.
she was like the girl next door.. if you lived next door to a whorehouse
the arrest was probably divine intervention, cause i think we were heading to an ill-advised threesome.
Cognac is not meant to be taken in shots. I just wanted you to know the desperation of last night.
Where was your thought process?
Drowning in my hangover.
I'm in the power napping at parties stage of my life
Know what was probably a bad idea? Using white wine as a mixer for vodka.
When the theology professor asked me what touched me most about this trip to Rome, I guess "the guy from last night" wasn't the proper response.
Was it cause you feel bad for the ridiculousness my vagina goes through because same
i was in class looking for a pencil and found a chicken strip in my back pack. i think i might have a problem.. sad thing is i ate it
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
this strobe light makes my body turn on and off
Remeber when we went camping and fucked those two guys? Yeah me either but I'm covered in poison oak so I'm guessing it's from that.
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