LETS GET FUCKED UP IN ONESIES TONIGHT.
I worry about you sometimes...
I can totally hide my daquiri in my sling.
Following a car with a GPS. We don't know where he's going, but he probably has a better idea of where we're going than we do. Also, very high.
At one point, you closed your eyes and asked me which 'six flags' we were at
Overdraft my account again. Parents are starting to ask questions. What would go over better a gambling or drug addiction??
I can promise you that this new years eve will rival the one from senior year when we got that exchange student deported.
Yeah but I get laid and I know. He drank toilet water last night and he doesn't know about that either. Still makes me happy though.
Im playing the how drunk can i get before my card declines game. being single sucks. But getting drunk after work alone in fridays on a wenesday night sucks way more.
Also, lets remember that we have known each other for nearly a decade and our two most recent photos to one another are boxes of plan b
Yeah if I don't text back. I'm eating. sleeping. Or lifting. Or drinking. Or playing call of duty. Like shit man
I think snapchat is trying to tell you something. It's saying your boobs were meant to be seen by his family.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
The last time I saw you, you were giving the stripper a lap dance.
Just stole my moms weed, left a note saying sorry.. Hope she isn't mad.
There's a fuckload of syrup all over the floor.
Randomize
