it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I decided it would be a good time to smoke on one of my deliveries but then I got the munchies and ate a piece of the pizza I was freaking out so I told him it was our new pacman pizza
my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
I have to brush my teeth today to feel like I did something.
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
I kept trying to give you water and you kept spitting it back at me. You looked like a camel. People were staring
Thanks for coming to the hospital with me, In return, I will buy you ecstasy.
fun fact #6 about tuesday nights: giving head with two 40s taped to your hands is not as easy as you would think
When you wake up, just ignore the mess in the bathroom. I'll take her home when I'm off work.
Why do you hate her?
She's dating the best penis that has ever entered my vagina.....
My poor liver. I drank enough on NYE to sustain an alcohol addiction for the entirety of 2015.
THERE IS A BABY THAT ISN'T MINE THAT'S GOING TO HEAR ME BEING SEXED!
Somehow I woke up next to the bouncer who kicked us out of the bar last night...
Isn't it funny how we're still best friends after that incident with the old lady in the bathroom
You fucking bailed on me. But I love you still
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