so the guy who showed me the apt today is now texting me and asking me out for drinks...he's at least 20 yrs oldr than me and highlights his hair, but part of me is wondering how low i can talk him down in rent during sex? wrong?
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
I'm pretty sure that every show on ABC Family could be turned into a drinking game.
Trying to find something to do here is like trying to find a vegan resturant in alabama.
you got so mad from losing a game of beerpong that you went into another room by yourself and practiced for an hour and a half.
I miss being able to drink at 11am just cause it was sunny outside.
votings over. no more wacking it to anti christine o'donnell ads
I just noticed my teeth are no longer straight. Wondering if anyone had an explanation.
You made everyone who was on the patio sit on the floor and join your "ship" because you were the Captain. It was cool though. You let me be your 1st Mate.
I just threw up blood. Also i just remembered i got hit in the face with a 2 by 4.
He called some chick he used to fuck for cash to get food delivered to cheer me up
Then he shook the next streetlight but this one broke and fell over. He told me, "This is the part where we run."
It was like sex on an active volcano surrounded by the night sky and bloodhounds. And by that I mean it was nice.
I responded with revoking his blow job privileges. Needless to say, he's learned his lesson.
never let me tell the bartender to cut me off, i basically told on myself
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