420 ftw
I should just throw a hundred dollar bill into the wind and walk away... save myself the hangover.
I just found blacked-out interviews on my voice recorder. Go journalism.
I fell asleep at the bar. And the bouncer threw a snowball at my face.
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
the head trauma was worth the blowjob.
Just doin' what I do best: sitting in a stall in the class building's bathroom, pondering life and exploring deep, dark corners of the internet before class.
Like, I just want to be naked rolling around in soft things.
I had to find out that I peed in the box of baby clothes from my mom, who found out from my grandma. New low.
Consider it an appointment to improve my blow job capabilities.
My Wonder Woman lingerie has been defiled by man. I'm a horrible Amazon.
And as the acid sets in, he looks back at the shallow form he used to call his and whispers "3 pee pees strong"
she was puking nonstop out of the car window in the rain during our hour long drive back, we got lot of honks
I literally woke up walked into the bathroom, threw up and died this morning. Then went to my 8am.
He woke up to me masturbating during the presidential address. Now he won't stop making jokes.
Randomize
