Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches...
In The Air Tonight was playing in the dentist's office. Had to stop the cleaner to do the drums.
At the miami airport. Don't know if it's all the tequila I drank in cozumel or the 5 year olds french accent but I might puke.
remeber the saying "bad choices make good memories" dude our bad choices dont even make memories.
all ill say about last night is that we tried to stop you. oh and the bus you're on is going to nashville.
I should have but it might be too early in this fuckbuddyship to emasculate him
I can trace it back to that drunken night where we peed on each other in the shower.
I can coach you back to consumption. Think of it kinda like Rocky II.
While I faked being asleep, he literally prayed to God out loud, asking for forgiveness for losing his virginity before marriage.
He told me I was a pleasure to arrest. That's the 2nd time I've heard that.
I was going to say I needed the exercise but now all I can think about is BJs
My work here is done
I didn't know. I guess I really haven't had that much time for drinking lately. I mean, outside drinking at home/work.
im glad im back to a point in my life where i have enough sex to sometimes be offered and be like naw im good.
I'm just hoping that with all the times he's puked in my yard a mushroom field might grow.
"You can have sex in my class, just stay quiet. I don't like noise." My professor... Shall make for an interesting semester.
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