Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
I had a dream that I had 21 friend requests. it was the best day
I think it's our patriotic duty to get high and watch the state of the union tonight
So can we talk about how we all three made out with the bike taxi driver in lieu of paying him. I'm not even mad, that's resourceful. You know what married girls would have had to do? They'd have had to pay.
The guy in the American Flag bikini was telling the women he was disgusted at the amount of alcohol they weren't drinking. Then it got ridiculous.
You kept running up to random groups of people and saying "I'm a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader so we all have to chug our drinks!" and they all listened to you.
I just tripped out to the Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera in my car. Wayyyy to high for shuffle right now.
You woke me up at 2 am to tell me I could pee in a golf club if I wanted to.
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
You suck at answering, but you did manage to avoid a fun conversation about hemorrhoids. So maybe you're great at answering.
Would you still love me if my nipple fell off?
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
I decided taking Molly and seeing Birdman seemed like a wise life choice.
Nothing says "Happy New Year" like having to shit into a plastic bag.
i made out with his shirt. MDMA, man.
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