I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
Whenever I don't wipe thoroughly after shitting, I just think that anyone if anyone sticks their finger up my ass, they had it coming.
After that we used the in-room hotel coffee pot to warm up some queso. it was brilliant
So, you didn't have time to come pick me up but you did have time to get plastered and then write "champagne money" on every one of my statuses for the past month?
i just sold back the books i vomitted on
i am breaking up with you. because you wash your hair too much and you only drink light beer and because you're not party enough.
watching my parents drink 4 loko out of usf cups playing pool and rocking out to ACDC...
Can I come live with you?
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
someone to text and fuck? since when does that constitute a relationship?
since 2006
Nothing wrong with a few meaningless hookups. Keeps the mind occupied and the body satisfied
holy shit I just remembered that story I told about Tom hanks going bowling while high.
Looking for my adderal, only found acid. What a shame
i survived drinking for 24 hours, an 8 ball of cocaine and a threesome. I think you can handle moving.
I ate too many pot brownies and passed out topless with my boobs painted like the American flag
i think ive been high everyday since ive met you
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