I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
I am so getting Plan B when we get home. Not getting knocked up by a dude with a hair piece.
so how was last night?
got high and had our usual talk about the definition of cole slaw. then tried to call the ramen noodle company and convince them why my face should be on thier packages.
as I was walking out the door her and her roommate started singing "toot it and boot it".. I'm in love
My cock is literally on the edge of falling off. Fuck Vegas.
Not sure. No solid plans. Just tanning nude.
Everyone threw up but him. I took off my shirt because I puked on it. There were also a lot of drag queens involved.
It's 9am. I'm four lines ahead of you already. Wake up.
There is a literally infinite number of spliffs going around this table.
Delicious
I feel like I'm at a sushi bar with a spliff belt.
6 tequila shots, 3 kamikazes and 1 rumplemintz.. The next day I puked in my office trash can while doing payroll. I may have to dock my own pay for lack of class.
I'd say it's his fault for never running us through proper protocol for "catching your RA in the middle of him banging some girl"
I saw a classic trojan enz laying on his desk. So he's probably not into the kinky shit.
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
I would date him. For 1 month. Just so I could say I was a trap queen for 1 month.
Honestly no idea how dad figured out i did all that gay porn unless he was looking at gay porn.
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