And secondly i just said i'd pay ten dollars to have sex with you
he wanted to have sex on the little rocking chair but i was too high to figure out how to do that so we did it on the floor.
Just made a Mimosa with Chardonnay and Emergen-C.
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
we were so high last night we were cutting bread with my iphone
im never drinking wine from a person in a wet suit and goggles ever again.
you know its summer when you wake up on the toilet
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
why would you automatically assume i'm high...
you just told me you're eating the powder of a lemonade mix.
I'd say you were a shitshow. Playing floating beer pong in the pool you kept filling other people's cups with pool water and laughing to yourself.
Your brother slept on my deck. There was a key under the mat. Relapse party success.
Showing girls my stab wound was not the brilliant idea I thought it was.
I looked so sad that Jessica gave me a bar of soap. So that's where I'm at.
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
Fantasizing about the apocalypse is fun and shit until the conditions that could lead to one suddenly seem feasible
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