Is that you in the white hat?
Fine suit yourself
I wish I could test you the smell I just had to experience. It smelled like this lady was microwaving squirrel rectum.
Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?
Becoming a productive member of society?
Sam. Come on.
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
These headphones make me feel like I'm sitting on John Mayers lap and he's singing just to me. I picture like a pitch black room with a single spotlight on us. Also, convinced Kyle to give me percocet soo.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
You started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka."
You need to stop having girl talk with the guys I'm sleeping with.
Watching her eat just hurts me
Am I over stepping my bounds if I ask to fuck in your new bathroom?
It has heated floors
You need to be full form and virile tomorrow so I can live vicariously through your rub and tug.
I really couldn't care less what she looks like. That's why The Lord Our God gave us doggy-style.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
I'm not too sure what happened last night, but by the looks of it, we must have gotten drunk with zebras.
Stop letting me drink alone on saturdays. My last 2 google searches were "short legs" and "caterpillar eyebrows" ? I don't even know.
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