I forgot to tell you. I'm at a porno shoot today.
After watching Cinemax for a few months, real porn just grosses me out.
She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
Realized I'm still to drunk to comprehend work emails. Marked them all as unread. Here's to responsible hang overs.
Long labias. Talking about. Too drunk to explain. Tomorrow.
like when he blacked out and we found him in the garden eating your tomatoes off the vine
She kept telling the ambulance to sit down and then started crying when we told her it couldn't hear her
I think he just caught a duck in mid flight
You said something about how beautiful my pockets were, then walked away.
Yes talking about pockets is classic me.
I'm not sure. But a mason jar of drug free urine just as soon as anyone can would be so awesome.
I'm just gonna go with where the wind takes me. if it takes me to his dick, so be it.
ANNA YOU PEED ON THE STREET. LIKE NOT EVEN SUBTLY. YA JUST SQUATTED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHWAY. And you flashed your tits to oncoming vehicles to try to get them to pick us up
Currently eating Dominos at the bar high as shit so that's how homework is going
I'm going to get drunk, come back, call my grandma, and eat all those scrambled eggs.
So what we learned was that it doesn't matter how skinny the stripper is, if she sits on your knee with a torn acl for two hours it's going to swell up
Randomize
