You were face down, at your computer, surrounded by beer bottles listening a bagpipes version of amazing grace.
i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
after the first, "yea you like that baby", i quickly remembered why i had stopped having sex with him.
He just became a fan of Chelsea Handler on Facebook. WHY DO I ALWAYS PICK THE GAY ONE
uh, 3 redbulls and 400mg of caffeine pills and i still feel like life is in slowmotion..lets not take tranquilizers again.
Seriously, it sounds like someone is torturing a dozen cats inside a Japanese techno club while a jamaican yells random hipster words through a megaphone.
and somewhere between crying in her arms and throwing up in her front yard, we became friends.
He's such a champ. He puked on purpose just so he'd be coherent enough to roll this blunt
Just puke out the sadness. Like a fuckin dragon.
I just ran into the woods like an idiot because ADVENTURE.
The alcohol tastes like we did a beer run at the nail salon
i'll talk to you in three hours when you've stopped foaming at the mouth and your eyes have rolled back into place
Enough talk of my burning loins. How is your day?
We never leave a bad bitch behind. its a party foul..we'll find you somehow
I wrote him a note at the end of the final. I'm hoping I can flirt my way in to an A or B
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