And that's when I found out that Patrick wasn't in fact down with O.P.P.
Probably should plan this out. Step one: grow stache. Two: get trenchcoat. Three: Kidnap Selena Gomez.
I had better be fucking involved with step four.
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
i lnow ive slrrwsdy teted you this. but goddamn girl on tv is a good song
Guy next to me at the plasma center is high and watching porn on his itouch. I am wayy to hung over for this level of poor.
At least I wasn't still dressed as a bottle of dom perignon when they took me to the ER
Sorry about blasting sandstorm on a loop when i left for work this morning. But maybe this will teach you to not come home trashed on a tuesday night with some chick and have loud sex till 4 in the morning. The walls are thin, remember?
So he texted me two hours ago to tell me he just took two hits of acid. Now he's asking me if it's possible for a house to breathe.
We haven't even scratched the surface on the damage we could do. Just saying
We exchanged snapchat usernames instead of numbers. Is that what America has come to?
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
Well, you started screaming "I dont know you GO AWAY" to your mom when she was holding your hair as you threw up in her garden.
We went to the midnight donut shop and you hopped the counter and told everyone to "Get the Fuck out of your Bar" but to also "Make yourselves at home".
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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