in the practice room. just found 3 bottles of smirnoff hidden inside the piano. SO glad i didn't get into berklee...
today i learned why jack sparrow loved rum so fucking much
He did not want a thank you for helping me move in bj. I don't know how to thank him now.
Im 95% ready to shit behind 711
Indeed. The kind of morning where puking in someone's shoes is not frowned upon
I broke up with him in the bar & then asked him if he wanted to have a contest to see who gets the most numbers. I say I took that break up well
MASS TEXT: Lets start a new tradition. Black Friday log pic contest. I'm waiting.
My nonexistent future grandchildren will one day ask me when I knew I'd lost control of my life. And now I know.
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
If a raisin and a desert had a bastard child that would be the inside of my mouth right now
I have never fucking hated the horrible sound of dozens of off-key recorders BLARING their fucked rendition of "Fais Do-Do" in unison against the screams of an adult male... more than I do now. This is why people avoid teaching. Kill me. End it all.
so i was thinking... those 6 am shots weren't really needed.
We're both fucking guys named Frank. Our friendship was meant to be.
there's fucking coffee grinds packed all inside my pipe. what did i do
You will be reminded everyday when you witness my majestic mustache.
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