So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
I just woke up on my kitchen floor using a yellow pages as a pillow and surrounded by plants that used to be in the garden around my apt building, can't wait to see the security tapes for my eviction
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
He told me I handled myself pretty well considering how drunk I was. He failed to realize that the lollipop I had was one I found on the ground a few minutes before hand.
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
I send out my deepest condolences for seeing my ass last night.
OK. i'm going to add "riddle me this, brodawg" to the list of things i'm never gonna say to my boss again while i'm high.
Friend as in 'I used to have sex with her' or friend as in 'I still want to have sex with her'?
You are not the cause of late onset lesbianism.
Is it okay to mention my ambition to become a supervillian and kill all humans on a first date, or is that a second date discussion?
Why are your pants in the freezer?
After we had sex he gave me a thumbs up... fucking A&M Aggies, man
God yes pancakes and booze sounds like the best night ever.
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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