Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
I asked my mother if she peed on that chair, she said "not bad" There is no good level of pee on a chair.
I think drunk me is telling hungover me something... I just have to crack the code.
then she woke up from sleeping for an hour and the first thing she said was "i regret it already"
you only had a canadian ten, but you said it was all good cuz you would just by molson.
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
Sorry for my penis texting you last night, I can't control what he wants at 4am.
Let's paint friendship bongs
Oh fuck, I messaged a Jack Kerouac poem to a girl I'm trying to sleep with last night at 4am.
probably one of the worst weekends ever... i got peed on by his sleepwalking roommate.
I just want to fall into a pit of xannies and eat my way out.
Dude it's huge. I don't usually like looking at those things, but you're kind of forced to stare that horse in the face.
I feel like these arent even my fingers anymore
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
My mom just asked me about the teeth marks on my headboard..
Randomize
