4:25 am: I want you here. Ugh.
STUCK IN CAPS. WANA GET AFTER IT TOMORROW?
I developed a drinking game for WoW. Everytime I die, I take a shot.
Please get laid.
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
fuck. I just remembered I agreed to let you finger me last night for solely for "scientific purposes"
he likes to slap my ass alot untill he missed and hit his own balls poor bastard kept on going.
tonight i'm going for the "i fuck with the lights on" look
I offered to buy ihop waffles for all the homeless people outside the metro. It was time to go to bed.
Now that I'm hitting my bong, I realized I haven't missed something so much in a long time. I love Thomas the Dank Engine.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
Looks like a took a video of myself beating off and passed out last night. I'm classy.
Found a piece of twizzler in my buttcrack.
So I got my junk pierced since we've fucked. You should get in on this.
Sundays were made for eating Ramen pantless in bed.
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
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