Sometimes when i'm at a cross roads in life, i think about what i would want my lifetime movie to show what i did
I just sneezed and it tasted like taco bell.
I understand. Hypothetically what should one do after throwing up in the shower?
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
I cannot for the life of me remember why I am holding this rabbit.
I'm not holding out much hope. She met me in a nighclub when I was arguing with the cigarette machine
So he was supposed to be helping me with my math but instead we ended up drinking coconut rum in his basement and having sex. I think my mom was right, getting a tutor will be good for me. Relieves the stress.
No hurry on coming over. My body currently wants everything on the inside to be on the outside. But really. Don't hurry.
I can't wait till we are old and wrinkly and I can turn to you and ask, "Remember when you Rick Jamesed the shit out of that couch??"
Just stepped off the plane in St. Louis. I'm breaking out in hives, I'm allergic to Midwesterners. Can't WAIT to get the fuck out of here.
When you say shenanigans does that mean I should bring birth control?
For future reference, when he drunkenly screams "YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL," he means that he's about to throw up. Invest in a bucket.
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
How is there a hawk inside this house? More importantly how the hell is he handling it without any gear?
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