better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
I'm so high that a hulu ad convinced me to go on healthybaby.com
i just made a "things you cannot forget to do this week just because you're high" list.
my purse only fit my wallet or the martini shaker. it wasnt even a question of which i was bringing.
Preparing for wine wednesday. How would you feel about improvising and starting a white russian wednesday tomorrow instead? you know, shake things up a bit.
Take my keys. Load me into the vehicle. Drive. Get food. Come back. These are my demands.
I'm very fluent in vodka, but that seems to be a whiskey dialect.
I don't know where I am and I feel like a hippo shat in my mouth. This sofa is comfy though.
The bartender just hugged us goodnight. I think we go there too often.
I'm with the hottest fuckin fire fighter right now. I'm ready to fake my own death.
I just encountered the same creepy guy I showed you, he jumped inside the dumpster screaming.
So to recap Superbowl Sunday - I won $100, bumped into the anti-christ and his cult, met a guy in a kilt and a wican, then got invited to a gayguy afterhours party.
Gonna be tough to beat that next year!
So anyway, I'm just floating along life with my vibrator and low expectations.
I've made a new rule for socializing in the winter: if it doesn't involve me orgasming or getting drunk I can't make it
We need to know if his feet match his cock.
Randomize
