I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
he was like Britney Spears in bed.. a little chubby and too medicated to perform.
I can blatently call girls sluts here and they think i'm speaking norwegian
I looked at her and said "I now pronounce you pumpkin tits"
You were telling me to give my phone mouth to mouth so it wouldn't die.. Should i be worried for you?
life is no where near the amusement park it was when I was on Vicodin.
He made me hold his dick and say "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good"
i still can't believe we survived that barcrawl. the third bar had bullet holes and we still went in.
Just watched my roommate stuff a sandwich in his pocket because we're out of paper plates.
she comes in perfect pitch. hook up with more singers.
On Wednesday I'm putting wine in a water bottle and crashing Margaret thatchers funeral
I miss you, too. It's hard to sleep without anything licking my head.
You woke us up at 9:15 am still in your toga from last night saying "welcome to my house party...party". You had already filled up the pong cups with yaager/fireball and ordered a chicken platter... Who even delivered that that early???
I didn't want him to hear me sneaking in. The doggie door was the perfect solution.
He howled at the moon then told me that if i were a dog he'd have sex with me...either i look like that girl or i need to stop going on blind dates. Period.
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