Played the LOTR drinking game last night. Ended up in boxers running thru the lot at ross's place screaming "for frodo"
i swear i just saw perry the platypus. the fuck dude. i shouldnt even know who that is
I wish they made helmets for livers.
So drunk can't even tell it's my own house. WOaoOw.
He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
you don't seem to understand just how much pasta i spilled on my bed last night.
I don't even know if I LIKE sober sex any more.
I feel like weed makes my smarter. I'm watching the stocks and the way I understand if, do not invest in Yahoo right now because they are not fit for that.
I have straight up perfected the art of amazing manicures with shaky-as-fuck adderall hands. Also, I'm way too proud of this.
doing the walk of shame back to your house in nothing but a bed sheet was definitely not one of my proudest moments..
Oh yeah. I pretty much fucked the universes brains out lastnight. It was glorious.
We were mid fuck, and he did a Kermit the Frog impression. Is it weird that I was strangely turned on?
Starting this Monday as I always do
With a desperate plea for help
I think my dick has healed enough that we can start having sex again
Oh the sweet dreamless sleep of drugs
You? On what? Why?
Randomize
