I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
While we were having sex he told me "this is what you get for not parking my car right" I have never drove his car. He was that kind of weird.
we didnt even have break up sex...
you had it for us with someone else...
its coolsest when we hear the beat in our water bottles. and the likghts are in his eyes now. oh holland
And with me just getting pulled over and you maxing your card out on tennis balls I don't know if we can afford it
YOU COME FROM SAD WHALE FAMILY, DEEP IN OCEAN!
I have a vague memory of you tryin to ride a unicycle through jimmy johns
Text me all the things you want us to do this summer. So far, I have Kegstand written down
Its like drunk me is Oprah except instead of a car everyone's award is seeing my boobs
I could tell you were slightly drunk by the time you started having a conversation with my tiki torch
I have a knack for carnage and poetic language.
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
too bad burritos don't cuddle back
For a guy who came before his dick was out of his pants, he gave surprisingly good head.
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