why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
Well, technically I had a shirt on, it was just around my waist.
You then began crawling around in the grass with a magnifying class saying you were searching for the magic school bus.
i know. thats why i need an open bar. i'll get hammered and make a toast about how his dick is like the titanic. large, but full of failure.
Wednesdays are like the thursdays of tuesdays... Drink time
I couldn't open my car door and for a second I thought they were taking me to an intervention circle.
all i remember was you yelling "look at my little feet" at everyone on the way home from the bar.
Let's get one thing straight; we aren't in a relationship. We fuck and occasionally go to subway.
Alright dude i'm gonna go to go sleep off this soberness. my life is a cosmic joke
You know what's worse than asking for the morning after pill? Asking for the morning after pill in a sketchy hospital in a foreign country where no one speaks English.
I just explained it as we hate everyone in the world more then we hate each other. Thus making us friends. Plus we drink...a lot
I think drinking is the foundation of our friendship
He actually has his life put together though, during the date we walked by a shoppers drugmart where my friend and I once flashed a janitor and all I could wonder was how does he not see shit show written all over me?
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
I slept naked with a towel wrapped around my waist in case I pissed the bed again
I found them in the bathroom trying to wrap an American flag around Steve's dick. I didn't bother to ask questions.
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