I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
i was like the pretty and slutty 8th grade girl who goes to a party, gets wasted, and ends up having sex with a senoir
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alcohol + bed + penis = sex
I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
I'm watching a Sinbad stand up special. Not even drugs can make this funny.
I'm pretty sure you can't just waltz into a walk in clinic and ask them to de-baby you.
He's fat, has man boobs, and is uncircumsized. I feel like I won the last woman on earth prize.
in line at jewel. the cashier is puking in a garbage can while ringing up customers. glad to know im not the only one that 2012 is kicking in the face already.
The ketchup exploded, and totally splooged his face and the wall. You could see the outline of his head in the wall splatter.
Do you think next time you could control the yawn? Kind of a buzzkill to be mid-orgasm and see you yawning over there.
Lol what? Monday night impromptu acid drop was the alternative.
Well I was going to go home but vodka happened.
I shit you not. I was sitting on Brian's balcony...still drunk from the night before, and a hummingbird flew onto the patio, stared me right in the face and flew away. I feel like it was God's way of telling me, "Stop drinking."
I suppose we should both be prepared for the secret service to come visit us after this conversation. Hi NSA.
He tried to tell me that that stripper was his aunt..
He really is. Owns his own house and has more than one towel!
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