There are just some things I refuse to put in my mouth.
I wish I only lived at night.
We will have to stop frequently for food, stretching legs, interesting things on the side of the road, and sex. So you might as well eat.
he looked like jesus. just the kind of jesus i would have sex with.
i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang.
does it count as a threesome if she tried to blow the dude who was passed out next to us?
you missed kickoff and the first round of bodyshots. I suggest you get here now.
And by "schedule" I meant crumbled up liquor store receipt, that I wrote shit on.
Imagine cans of beer raining. Like not hitting you and hurting you. Just gently falling into your hand whenever you're sad
It is a sign that I need a fresh start when Kelly Clarksons new album tells the story of my life.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
Just paid my weed guy with a check. I've got this whole adult thing down.
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
She's better-looking with the mask on.
She yelled “outlaw country” right before we heard the police siren
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