So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
The nice sales man at 711 gave me a handful of free lighters for buying a carton of cigarettes. I guess the depressed damsel in distress look works for me.
Anything that's based on a blow job I'm in favor of.
Well my dea agent brother is visiting so I'm gonna get high and see if he notices
Nothing like a Mormon bachlorette party to make you feel slutty
My nipple ring got caught on the rug again. Tequila makes me unlearn these things
Do what your heart wants. . .
My heart wants to rip his balls off and tie therm to his head using his penis
This is what we get for YOLOing our way to obesity
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
He's the only guy without a tacky accent I've seen in this southern dump in 6 months. Bangage was inevitable.
You're such a Yankee.
My boss followed me on Twitter. Excuse me while I delete 90% of my tweets
I ate a hotdog off the ground last night.
He used the term 'cock-staggering' in an email. So needless to say things are going pretty well.
I don't remember that much at all. But I guess I met this guy from New Zealand and his dog, and then I punched someone in the face.
It was get out of line and go pee and get no beef briskit. Or stay in line, pee my pants, but have beef briskit. I really wanted my beef briskit
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