Ryan Ross and Jon Walker left panic at the disco today.
I predict a mass suicide of the 14 year old girl population...
and I was crying with the towel lady in the bathroom of the bar about the tragedy in Haiti. Then we hugged before I left and I gave her 10 dollars.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
Where are you and why am I suddenly responsible for your taquitos?
I think I pulled my groin stumbling back from the bar. That or the hippo I woke up next to.
She won't let me open the car door while we are on the highway so I can throw up outside. She deserves to have her car thrown up in.
In chronological order you drank, sang, smoked, napped, threw up, cried, laughed, described your pubic area, passed out. You have abused the privilege to use me as your D.D.
Why didn't I see you last night!?
We made out like 4 times....I think I saw you.
I'm getting the lip of my vagina pierced & you expect ME to be the voice of reason?
Stoned in some guys basement listening to ELO. it's like its 1978.
So, my ex just showed me the drunk voicemail we left him last night. Started out with me saying "I think it's Shane." Then you took my phone and started singing a song about peanut butter, train tracks, and tequila. I joined in. On the upside, he said he's totally fine with being on the drunk dial list from now on. Soooo, another tequila night??
That moment during finals day when you either convince your teacher to let you out of the room or you shit you pants.
He's far too busy staring into my soul to touch my tits.
I just gargled with NyQuil
He left cushions on my floor, chocolate on my bra and unexplained scratches on my thighs. I think this one might get a second date.
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