were not allowed back there because i puked on the waitresses foot while trying to order another round. for myself.
He probably put up nude pics. He seems like that kind of guy.
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
My last memory involves me naked in a mens's bathroom stall. I really hope my date was with me.
Oh. And what's the twitter protocol for following the guy you blew behind a shed?
My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn't that bad
You told me my blanket felt like ground beef.
Just saw some lesbians get in a fistfight in an Arby's parking lot. It's good to be home.
Yeah yeah, I don't care. I bought a super soaker, so lets please go attracting attention by spraying each other while wearing white tank tops?
Are the transvestites working the counter tonight? Last time I was there they gave me love advice.
My passport was stamped in Canada two weeks ago. One step closer to uncovering wtf happened that night
Now I have the opportunity to have Chris Pratt or Channing Tatum?!? What a time to be alive.
He was laying on a lawn chair, fell off onto his stomach and asked, "where'd the stars go?" That high.
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