Remember that dream I told you about where I shit out my own skeleton? I had it again last night.
): 100 percent naked, unless you count a tiara as clothing.
I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, I just agreed with you that your life does suck.
we've already established he's totally wasted. but now he's just sitting at his computer, doing i don't know what, and he keeps saying "dammmn girl" in a really low whisper
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
You know how the doctor said I need to stop being vegan unless I find a way to get more protein? There's protein in beer. The doctor wants me to drink more beer.
This is how baked we were last night. Our drinking game: We stare at each other; first one to laugh drinks.
He's way too stoned. I took him to el bra and he's laying on the table, not sure what to do with him
I'm trying to poop and took acid, this is going to end horrid or wonderful. Oh the amusement park, not the pooping.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
She's like the King Midas of sexual confusion. Everything she touches turns to gay.
Moral of the story: next time my plans include you and bourbon, I'm packing a toothbrush.
Ahh yes. I lost my pants and swimming suit and phone charger. And I've found out who has them all even while hungover. Successful day. Nice party too.
Sustenance and doggy style.. the only two things I need
all I know is that I was naked, and there were cheeto puffs everywhere...
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