And now I'm afraid that I'm a pornographic eater.
from all the glitter we used it actually looked like a disco stick
Mars, I'm going to name my child horatio mars. He will hate me till he gets high. Then he'll understand
Making the executive decision for drunk you to not sleep in the lofted bed that has no ladder
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
I just got a new temperpedic mattress pad and started smoking weed again in the same week. finding motivation to go to a 9:AM class is close to impossible.
Turns out my drunken logic and wordsmithing isn't quite the same as the sober version. I'm pretty sure I made fun of the managers mom at one point
seriously. next time...underwear. I'm not spending any other holiday season wondering if it'll be my last babyless one.
I'm sports announcer narrating myself making a sandwich. Your weed wins.
We should discuss this later when sobriety has returned. Right now he's just like a distant cousin.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
You screamed "i promise ill stop blowing your brother" in the middle of a packed restaurant at 1pm. We should maybe rethink our relationship.
Im shooting goldshlager and waxing my crotch
Well I'm in a stranger's bed.
Gotta leave to watch the Lions
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Randomize
