and the officer said have you been drinking
and i said NOO SIR.
and he said, I am a woman.
i either bought an eighteen year old girl or i'm engaged to her... i'm not quite sure
you might want to delete the history when you're done using the computer at work. did you ever find out what the white balls in your throat were?
You know you're a nerd when you lose track of how many times you've gotten turned on watching Glee.
WHOA. WHOA. WTF. WHOA. TOO HIGH FOR HIM TO BE ENGAGED RIGHT NOW.
hey remember that 14 year old i met 5 years ago who i said i would bang 5 years from then?
Yup.
He just sent me a picture of me icing a cake with a butcher knife topless.
Just found my old bop it. So many drinking game possibilities
And I feel like pitchers of margaritas accidentally make it down your throat a lot.
I mean, the lady at the Mexican restaurant insisted. She said she would win a prize if she sold another pitcher before noon. And plus I got to wear a sombrero
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
Your heart is a swirling cauldron of blackness that does not pump blood but rather a sludgey mixture of evil and broken dreams.
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
I'm gonna try and get through this weekend sober, which is gonna be tough especially since I've already started drinking.
I will find, mount, and marry that person.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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