You were spooning my trash can and I had to crumble cookies on the floor by your face to get you to eat
I think he may have overheard our "how much coke would you fuck me for" conversation last night...
He was the drug dealer that jumped out of his car to get my number
Apparently you can talk a girl into leaving the bar and coming back to your tent, who knew?
This message brought to you by inappropriate slogans. Cotton candy, melting in your mouth like boners.
I would love a rich wife. Then I would be like a gym teacher or some shit. Bigfoot hunter maybe.
Dude, all I know is that I came out of this thing wearing a snorkel mask and completely covered in glitter and soap.
I don't think you should be sorry for such memorable sex that I yell your name when you aren't around.
Are you alive?
I woke up under the pier.
I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.
I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don't regret it.
Apparently I called down to the hotel front desk and begged them to bring us pizza. They brought us tea.
I woke up on the hammock spooning a box of Cheese Itz.
We've been taking shots, cranking Marilyn Manson, and eating your bacon. Your kid is probably ruined.
I met up with trey last night. He whispered in my ear "I love you" then raised his voice and said "but not in a I want to marry you kind of way, but if you died I would cry."
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