So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
Most the numbers in my phone are mistakes. It's a virtual graveyard of people I should never pick up for.
There is something about weddings and lines being done off my ass
There are beer cans & oyster shells along the side of the road. I belong here
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
Uhm; your sign says 'Welcome to KFC' and for some reason I can't seem to open the door.
It wasn't so much skinny dipping. It more like skinny walking...through a fountain.
I woke up this morning to a lot of blurry photos of a swan i must have chased down the riverbank and a handbag full of loose haribo.
i had a mental breakdown over a math asignment proposed to a glass of chocolate milk then burned my hands when i acidentally leaned on the stove i have the grill marks burned on my hands i can see them
its only been 20 minuts since i last saw you
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
Note to self...boner negates all verbal agreements ...got it
To confirm, you are a grown ass man and you just asked me what her vag looked like.
I have shit my pants twice this week. #adulthood
Ah Christ I think I've reached the single life mentality 100%. I just inquired a photographer about a photo shoot with my dog.
He's such a jerk. If only his penis was attached to someone else
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