Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
P.S. theres no milk for breakfast, but theres plenty of beer or red wine. you decide.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
he's paying for my abortion by participating in an alcohol study. dont try to tell me we wouldn't be classy parents
It's official. I am the girl who threw up in the library. Hangovers and midterms do not mix.
Make sure you have everything youll need until sunday. aka a green shirt and condoms.
for a while, i completely forgot that you wrote "fuck me" on my stomach before we went out. when he took my shirt off that night, he just looked down and said, "may i?". i think i'm in love
making a list of all the places we've peed. separate list of places we peed when we were stoned
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
You might call them booze related cuts, I call it "partying so hard you sweat blood"
I just had sex with the megalodon show on in the background and it was just as magical as it sounds
I woke up on some strangers couch covered in salad mix and oatmeal cream pies. The struggle is absolutely real.
He described his sex dream about me using only emojis
I think I was judged by a squirrel this morning during the walk...
like honestly, the vodka had to go somewhere, and your moms soap dispenser just seemed right at the time..
Randomize
