So I've only had a mustache for about 5 minutes and I'm already pretty sure it's the best decision I've ever made.
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
I gave up. I'm crying over my notes. Oh, ya know, just another drunk finals week
I just tripped out to the Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera in my car. Wayyyy to high for shuffle right now.
No sex in the champagne room. The champagne room being my life
I was thinking more like a "sorry you can hear us, but I'm having the best sex of my life" cake
We did shots with the Tupperware consultant last night. I'd say the night was a success.
In honor of Sarah Palin's bday I suggest we watch Nailing Palin
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
Drunk Jeff aka Dreff thinks he's about 3x cooler than be really is and about 100x better at dancing than he really is
Then that means he's outwardly conservative. Inwardly he's a total gay horndog. He's like a spy that can ruin conservative plans.
I want to change all my life goals to that.
Stripper just cleaned my glasses with her nipple...
So when's a good time this week to show up at your apartment in nothing but a trench coat and a bow? Y'know. Hypothetically.
This mustache is awesome. I can't pass by a mirror without looking in it and thinking damn, I'd like to give that guy a handy.
She’s super into those renaissance faires. But, if you can’t actually stab anyone, what’s the point?
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