There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
TBS has betrayed me by telling me tyler perry is funny
I'm starting to think The only feelings I have anymore are drunk and hung over
you can't hurt those
she said we were using the spray butter as air freshener
I should probably file for unemployment. Sometime between last night and 4 AM I facebooked my manager the lyrics to hoe by ludacris. I'm just projecting ahead here.
I just spent 30 minutes cleaning out my coleman grill. Did you really have to have grilled yogurt?
Let's just say that watching the sunrise in a space helmet is really the only way to do it.
Why can't it ever be the normal ones that stalk me?
you're good to come back. The bouncer pulled me aside and told me. He also said you have nothing to worry about and that you have an awesome "upper punch" or some shit
note: just because the casino is called bourbon street, it doesn't mean you can puke and keep walking and no one will care. chalk me up for another 86
It took years to build this empire of casual fuckings and not carings.
If my drunken penis pic is ever to be forgiven id like to start over with all that
Great... now even my dreams are making fun of me
You woke up at like 4 in the morning fell off your bunk bead, yelled at Nic for asking if you were ok, walked to the kitchen, pissed on the keg, and then looked at me and said "Still not worth it" then went back to bed.
He passed out with his shoes on 20 minutes till midnight, and I didn't have a sharpie so I took the cheese whiz and filled his exposed ass crack.
Randomize
