we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
I think thats the most anyones ever pregamed for rollerskating
Going to have to start putting down newspaper if puking the bed is going to be a habit
Im not moving so it's going to have to be a 3 some.
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
It's like all my brain cells are screaming at me.
I'm dying.
Getting stoned at work has never been a good idea, but im always more than willing to give it another chance
For months it was all good and well just having sex. Now, something in me has snapped and I'm dreaming of taking turtleneck Christmas pictures with him. Fuck you, we're going out tonight. I need this.
You were great dude. You wanted to charge the guy with fedora $100 to get in.
I built a fence. For the bunnies we're going to adopt. I'll fill you in when you get home.
This guy has a theme song for the joints he rolls
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
so like what it comes down to is do I wanna look like a boss ass bitch or do I wanna masturbate.
I had sex in the bed of a guy who owns a house last night so I feel like this is a significant step up from car sex in the parking lot of a library
I did not marry a roomba.
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