i cvme to yuor rooom...wherer are youf?
please be gone before i get back
I'm upset that MJ died and all but waking up to his face on my HDTV in the middle of the night while half-asleep is pretty much the scariest fucking thing ever.
he doesn't have near as many excuses as you..and his are usually pretty legit. like "i'm having a baby." that's pretty legit.
I put the beer in my little red riding hood basket.
walking in back of a girl wearing booty shorts, a halter and a bracelet that says trainwreck. I don't get it. The first day of nice weather and all the whores come out, are they like hibernating bears or something?
fun fact #6 about tuesday nights: giving head with two 40s taped to your hands is not as easy as you would think
the number of desperate girls at the gym right now is unfair. it would be cruel not to let one blow me.
When you get here, kick me in the balls. It's really important. - I'll explain later.
That man gives me hope. I can't help it. And by "hope" I mean "wood."
Just puke out the sadness. Like a fuckin dragon.
there's a girl on facebook trying to buy me a pizza. I can't say no... right?
Its was awkward last year cuz in the middle of it her mom bust In the room with noise makers and champagne
I'm taking a shit break of discontent as a personal protest
She left a cookie cake on my porch, and the frosting reads "I'm sorry". She left me an I'm-sorry-for-punching-you-in-the-face cake.
My breath smells like gin and sadness
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