You don't need id to drink rum in an alley.
can't come out tonight. went to the bar again last night and the bartender hugged and thanked me so much for my "generosity." I'm intrigued but terrified to see my credit card bill.
I wonder if he just picks random boners to send or just the realy impressive ones
We glued Jenga blocks together, called it "magic blocks" and sold it to the stoners for $50 and a bottle of Henny
MISSING: One left eyebrow. Reward if returned.
Meghan got a job at the bar. We're now morally obligated to drink. Is this what dreams are made of?
God and karma are having a fucking field day with my body today.
He referred to his penis as "a gentle giant" and said I had offended it
He was just lying on the living room floor watching Star Wars with six empty pack of cigarettes and two empty cases of beer.
In his defence I guess I did take the bed, couch and dining room set in the breakup.
Well am going to a strip club before sun down, I dont think anything good can come from that.
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
He ran into the surf holding up a cigarette yelling "let the Olympic games begin!" So no, no vodka left.
My apartment is also really close to an alcohol rehab in case I get out of hand
I know I'm going to throw up tonight it's just a matter of when and where
ITS THE CIIIIIIRCLE OF SLUUUUUUUTS
Randomize
