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.
ive come to the point where weve hung out more times sober than drunk. i think im growing up. fuck.
all i wanted to do was something grown up. like go to applebees and drink.
I have been drinking at the bar so long today that I literally just found a spiderweb from my leg to the bar.
Last thing I remember was you straddling a guy in a wheelchair on the dance floor.
Headed to the bar now. If I smell faintly of latex and tuna, it's just the new scent I'm trying.
There's not an emojicons for I think I ripped my asshole and want to die.
Just talked a homeless guy out of suicide. Was rewarded with a garbage bag full of mountain dew bottles and zannies. Im such a good person
Cockoligist
Yes, one may refer to me as that.
I should make business cards.
And. I know i am a gay man cause when i saw the pic of his cock his feet were in it and i am like what the fuck?
I really just want to eat 20 mcnuggets and slap everyone with the box when I'm done.
Her son walked in on us and asked if he could "wrestle too."
Tonight I'm getting fucked up for America because Lord knows we need it.
That awkward moment when you bring a guy back to your place then have to tell him you only have magnums.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
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