I woke up on my floor...
I woke up with colors of the wind playing on repeat on my laptop...
I need to stop treating my body like that of a Vegas hooker on vacation in Ibiza
Or maybe my penis is just the key to their locked boxes of crazy, and I unleash their wrath upon all of mankind just so I can get my nut off
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
It's not so much that I'm giving her money because I threw up on her floor. It's more like I'm paying her to never ever mention it again.
If it makes you feel any better about life I'm wearing yoga pants with granny panties and toms with socks cause fuck my life
Oh you know..Chillin with your dad.
With a fannypack full of drugs.
Sean slept in the bushes beside my house again. Any reason he kept screaming/slurring 'it was all a bunch of goddamn lies' through out the night?
It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes.
Ok: all ex-gfs except you from the last 5 years have or are about to have a baby...be on the lookout...
I'm just more comfortable with the bondage
I don't know why I do this to myself his dick is a constant source of disappointment.
Considering all of my stomach contents ended up in my center console, I'm a bit peckish.
Me and some guy are crying in a port a potty together after another guy broke up with both of us.
Is it too early to start looking for freshmen penises to corrupt with our liquor and yoga pants?
I was just wondering the same thing! Gotta be any day now
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