just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
Played the LOTR drinking game last night. Ended up in boxers running thru the lot at ross's place screaming "for frodo"
The baby slept soo good last night. Its like he knows the importance of me being intoxicated all weekend.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
So i'm in a museum and theres a punch bowl from 1765 with a picture of 3 men forcing the 4th to drink the punch bowl. Colonial hazing
There are work activities and non work activities and dunking my head in a bucket of ice water pulling it out and shotguning a beer is certainly not a work activity
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
When I eventually hook up with a resident lets refer to it as taking a hands on approach to my job
Im invoking the "no judgements" clause of our friendship.
My god, what have you done?
What kind of life do I lead that no one is surprised by the fact that I was watching porn at work with the hot 37 year old?
Prepare for massive TMI but anyway long story short I have a Swiss flag band-aid across my balls.
What a patriot you are. How'd it happen?
Have you ever felt like autocorrect is judging you with its suggested words? Like how it won't suggest certain words until you type in pretty much the entire word, is it just thinking 'No way did this dude use "consent laws" in the same sentence as "17th?" Or is that just me.
You don't know reunion panic until you've exfoliated your butt cheeks.
You can be responsible and still be on that ho life
we f'd six times
f'd?
its sunday, i cant say fucked
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