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Last night I fell down in the street (I think in someone's vomit), cut my knee up, lost my moms necklace and my license, and had to walk back to the hotel.
can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
You texted me "Americans are sad" and "chicken coop disaster" without any further explanation.
I can't even go pee because I'm making sure he doesn't run off somewhere naked.
You can't buy drugs with a ziplock bag full of quarters, chuck-e-cheese coins, and a starbucks giftcard.
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With me living this close to Mexico now, Tequila is just a geographical choice at this point if nothing else.
I'm kinda amazed by how many times I've texted the word penis today.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
New guy at the liquor store was inexplicably fascinated by our huge jug of williams. First he said what are you gonna mix THAT with? and looked confused when I said air.
Ohh I see how it works, eat pussy and I get Reese's pieces.
My gay card got upgraded to platinum status today.
We smoked a blunt in a stall where a drag queen was fucking a bartender in the ass. So theres gonna be a second date :)
It was an interesting experience to have sex while there was a triathlon going on right outside my bedroom window because it sounded like everyone is cheering for you in bed.
How supportive!
I'll keep supplying drugs if you teach me piano.
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