508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
He has jerked off in so many socks I am surprised he doesn't have athletes dick
that shit musta been laced I laughed for two hours and everyone looked like penguins
he made me have a moment of silence for the half of my ice cream cone i threw away.
We're the only two others left at work. My internal monologue is going: TAKE ME. TAKE ME NOWW. ON THE COUNTER. IN FRONT OF THE MANAGER. JUST TAKE MEEE
Used a cardboard box as a pillow and a towel as a blanket. Its like the great depression over here
The liquor store was handing out free shots of some new expensive vodka, but they caught on the fourth time we came back in different outfits. Politics.
It was like bizarre-o star trek. I shamefully went where every man has gone before.
I come back upstairs and there he was sitting in a speedo. He handed me a blanket and said "let's cuddle" how is this real life?
He kept checkin to make sure you were still alive after you passed out on his bed, After like the 4th time he walked back in there you were naked on his bed eating an apple, claiming he needed to be the Adam to your Eve..That drunk..
But I just had this pork pâté. It was dick grabbing.
It was like something out of a fucked up fairy tale. He just crowdsurfed over to her while riding a keg, said "come sail with me", and then the crowd carried them off into the night. What.
Today in French class my teacher was singing "what does the fox say" so i started answering in similar satanic ritual noises
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
All I remember was my mom walking through the door, and then me asking her if she wanted a hit.
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