You, the saving grace of El Rio this Tuesday, had a baby face, and when you left, I drank the beer I had deserted like a fish and proceeded to run (after you?) towards my house and fall asleep in all my clothes. If i went to your house, I think I would have at least removed some of them.
I wanted you to take me home, but instead you took your friend to the airportM4W
March 22, 2012 at 12:50 am