Goodnight my chunky, little, marshmallow muncher
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
I almost got runover on the sidewalk by a car but wen it got closer it was a crackhead walking with the whole front of a car... bumper, lights and all... I love New York.
That shit is worth it...they got medicine for that now a days
Last night he tried to put me in their garbage can and then sprayed me with a fire extinguisher in their kitchen...that house is always interesting
For some reason I just don't think you going to the gay bar alone on thanksgiving is a good idea.
I just tried to text you by typing "whoa" into my contacts.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
Id fuck him but only at his house and he had to stay im bed till i left. He only works upper body. It just creeps me out how tiny his legs are
Of all the things that can be stripped of me i'll be damned if it's my vanity
I'm pretty sure he's playing the harmonica in my shower right now. I just really need to pee.
Idk what the interview would be like but I imagine you in a suit and tie surveying a nervous freshman and eventually leading him into a labyrinth of debauchery and clapping him on the back, saying "welcome to the fraternity, son"
and then I partied with my new dealers deaf pit bull. All around a good night I'd say...
how don't worse things happen to you?
I can always pull a half day at work too. My boss makes exceptions for drug use. Lol. I fucking love my job.
the kid next to me in math class is drawing gay porn. it's good, but that is beside the point
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