I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
You did not just nickname me "Nipples".
Just learned how to deliver a baby.the things i saw tonight can never be unseen
YOU'RE HIGH AND AT THE GYM OF COURSE YOU FEEL WEIRD
My thighs feel like glass
porn backed up onto portable hard disk, laptop charged, battery backup in place, two cases beer, handle of vodka, poptarts and beef jerky --- bring it sandy.
I rolled over and my thoughts became words and I said "oh fuck not you again" he didn't think that was too kind and asked me to leave
Pain in my heart, regret in my vagina
Also, I pretty much need an IV of fluids straight to my soul
What's more sad than going to Target to buy Plan B and the new Sam Smith album?
At one point she whispered in my ear "I overdrew my bank account today" but besides that it was an awesome lap dance
He really only has clothes, like 4 boogie boards, and a bong here.
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
He walked into the bar with a pillow and put his head down...nuff said
I woke up in the middle of the night with my dick out and my electric blanket on high. It's like she wanted a hot dog.
are you still alive?
no.
i'll cry at your funeral. and leave a burrito by your tombstone
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