LETS GET FUCKED UP IN ONESIES TONIGHT.
I worry about you sometimes...
I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
I'm shutting down my vagina temporarily...it's like the last two weeks were a going out of business sale...and now it needs a break...
I'm wearing boardshorts as underwear to work. This is bachelorhood
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
surprisingly organic peanut butter is not the best chaser
well this is gonna sound really bad but we were fooling around on sandra's electrical wheelchair
Nope, can't do it. It's a snowball effect. Today, leggings as pants. Tomorrow, female hitler. Natural progression.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
We fucked on a kid's slide, my vagina is singing praises of being used
I was stretching naked in the middle of my room singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", apparently this is what I do when I'm high and the wifi goes out
McDonald's and a car nap. I feel kinda human
Be happy for me... Or horny... Or be a really good friend and feel what I want you to feel. Jealousy
He shit with the door open. I think that means we are in a realtionship.
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