I'm drinking in the hospital parking lot.
Decided to write a book called "girls don't poop and other myths I wish I still believed in"
Coming down off exstacy at a church event. Resisting the urge to dance to the church hymns.
From inside my college history class i see him waving his arms while holding a beer bong trying to get my attention
Piggyback rides are my preferred mode of transportation.
I want to make a porn site called "girls with daddy issues"
Mystery lines found in a Pyrex dish in the back of my pantry at 415 am. No recall as to it's origin. Unidentifiable taste. Obviously I'm doing them
Hey, it's Thrasher! From the hospital!
But how MUCH of an emergency? Like, should I go to the ER now, or can it wait until after the bar crawl?
I noticed it at one point and thought do I really wanna bang the guy with the phone holster .....of course I do
Sorry for face licking, I probably won't do it again.
Also, I love cats. I sat on the floor and they sat with me.
So it turns out high me is very efficient. I set 5 alarms to remind me to do things, i made mac and cheese, and i wrote a poem. I'm going places.
so it turns out that when you ride the subway drunk at 5 am you wake up with a sailor in your bed
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
Do you remember trying to eat the shower curtain last night...?
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