Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
just got off the metro to throw up and got back on like it ain't no thang
really making moves this morning i see
It's very clear that i'm the girl sweating out four lokos at 2 in the afternoon at the gym
She's walking around topless with a bottle of red wine, crying and singing showtune ballads. This is actually an improvement.
siamese drinking twins saturday is a go ... bring duct tape.
i just keep picturing us drunk surrounded by kittens.
Dude when we asked him where he lived all he could tell us was "by the slurpees." That fucked up.
Doors open. I'm laying in bed watching caddy shack and drinking a vodka tonic.
And I'm out of vodka so bring vodka or 2013 will blow ass
My final act is to send you this message. I love you. Tell my family that I love them. Except my dad. Tell him I said "Eh..." while rocking your hand side to side. And tell Tim that I will always love the idea of him. Tell Caleb I love him so. Take care of Miss Kitty Fantastico. Tell the world that I will watch over. Good bye. I love you.
My suggestion is that you just get high and set shit on fire
I just really hate taking care of things... If I can't fill it with liquor I'm not sure what to do with it.
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
I bet you there is porn for people who get off on someone rubbing Chipotle on themselves
To describe how high he was he said, " I'm cocked out of my ape sandwich" so yes...that was some pretty good weed.
So uh. Your future in porn. Would you be willing to wear an alien costume for it?
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