you just stared at your feet and said some shit about the molecules dancing and how you had just solved physics.
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
we where pretty evenly matched until he threw me through that wall
I am trapped in a bar with french tattooed drug dealers who also blow glass art. Just in case this is bad, know what happened.
I feel like we had some profound moment last night, but I can't really recall much past your ass turning up the volume on the radio.
3pm strippers are depressing
Someday. I cant very well invite myself to his dorm room. And I'm 28. The excuses to be drunk and running into him at uconn are rather slim. Although I'm working on it.
That would be a dream come true. Seriously, he's like my mount everest, my life's ambition is to climb him.
The only explanation I can think of is that he still likes me. Which gives me an enormous amount of power over him and makes me laugh with malicious intent.
Yeah, he's passed out in my bathroom pantsless. Is it a faux pas to look at his penis?
Did we really just set fireworks off in a cemetery? Or was that a dream?
I think so and I think we were sober.
So I spent all night thinking my bed was floating down a river and telling the cats to get on the bed because they were going to float away. Percocet is strong shit.
Well, at least you look pretty when you're disgusted
Doing a walk of shame at Wal-Mart at 3:30am because when I left at 11pm I was getting milk
Sorry for prompting a philosophical penis discussion at 10:45 on a Friday night.
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