Every time you buy a sobe you buy a bong.
We put her face under a blacklight.....it looked like fireworks
The crazy thing is, I dont actually know where the cat is, she said something bout the back of the toilet and a sock.
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
he was like the dessert in the all you can eat man buffet that has become my life.
It's the eternal vodka... it never seems to go away
the thought 'we cant do it, we're in a public place' crossed my mind, and then I realized he's succeeding if he's trying to domesticate me.
elevator sex. pronto.
Oh my fucking god you idiot bitch just get here forget about the vodka the fucking cops are looking for you
What if he stabs me in the back, mid-orgasm, as I sit on his face? It'd be a miraculous way to go but that's not the point
Something I never want to forget. I'm in a porta potty and she is outside knocking on the door going "You're a queen. You're a queen. Never think any different"
Do me a favor and scream dirty things at him in a polite sexy, come hither way
well tomorrow I get to eat fungus and go to an abandoned city.
most people would fear that statement, but i wish to join you
I am far too sober to understand you right now. sorry.
I just puked on the sidewalk. At 11am. Thought you'd like to know.
Just found out I lit my hair on fire last night.
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