Not hooking up w him- he has one of those L.L. Bean book bags w his initials on it
Going to eat lunch. Bunch of people in church clothes, and we are hungover, wearing pajamas, and in real danger of puking on the floor. We're about to destroy the ambience of this joint.
Best idea ever: Giving hobos a beer and having a chugging contest to win another beer. Most fun I have had downtown in a while.
I am highly attracted to the men and that's all i can say. I do not clap and make noises but i do turn to the side and say how i'd do incredible things to them if given the chance
I will now attempt to shave my public hair into a Christmas tree.
Either call me back or tell me you're in jail. For fucks sake. If this is a cop, just help out. national league.
This is the high leading the old right now
Getting sick, pulled the filter off a camel crush and rolled it into my joint to clear my sinuses. If there were stoner awards, I'd receive one.
He wants me to have his first child. So that makes four gay men that've called dibs on my eggs.
I jumped out of a moving car going sixty into my driveway because I had to shit so bad. It is not a good day today.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Giiiirl. Just had a BM that almost killed me.
She picked me up from the bar in her underwear.
Can I fire a pigeon out of a t shirt gun?
I also don't hate being called a giant sack of cheese. Is that weird?