this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
I don't smoke a lot but now and then I do. Weed and I are like still standing naked in a bathroom together deciding if we should blow one another or bolt for the exit. An awkward relationship.
saw you walking with that piece of shit
and that piece of shit just read that
Do you think I can haggle my way to discounted weed on 4.21?
Is it obsessive that I keep picking my crazy sex rug burn scab so it leaves a scar I can remember him by?
just got carried INTO the bar by 4 people. it's like watching my weekend in reverse.
Puked in my laptop case in the middle of my nutrition class.
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
He ripped off his shirt and tried to give me CPR. That damn bong.
You stumbled in at 10am, half-clothed and still drunk from last night and yelled "well, its not called a walk of pride!", then passed out on the couch.
I want to own their dicks and all the attachments
All I know, is I had green sex and beer and got driven home. That's it.
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
He fell asleep on top of me after sex. For 3 hours. Poor guy worked too hard.
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