what ever happened to devon sawa?
fuck...who knows?
i'm really worried about him.
I just wiped my vajayjay with snow. Bad idea.
you woke me up at 7 am banging on my wall.. what the hell
thats the international knock for joint time
you were standing in two feet of water, screaming at people walking by to "call river rescue".
i looked at my phone and realized all i had said to her the entire night was misspelled variations of "NOTHING IS THE SAME" over and over. she eventually stopped replying.
as of this morning I have officially vommed on the highways of 6 different countries. It's a proud moment.
Drinks appeared in front of me. Who am I to deny destiny? And by destiny, I mean free drinks, which appear by magic.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
But the real question is how many people didn't see my dick last night?
we broke the bed, curtan rods, a dresser drawer, and unless I didn't notice it before, we put a hole in the wall. This is why he and I have to fuck in motels.
Because drinking and showering don't go hand in hand. There that's my PSA of the day.
We don't have the same problems as normal people do we?
Scary. I hope people take me seriously. Maybe I should black out less to be sure
He stole one of my good bras again. If I'm not getting laid I'm not putting with this shit. Also it's a walk of shame for you today, my car is suicidal again.
He flipped a shopping cart in the back room and had to leave to make a jazz playlist. If we aren't in love then i don't know what love is.
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