it doesn't mae me god, the fact that I am god makes getting dressed futile and tedious... btw i am still drunk
All I remember about walking back home was that I maced my shadow.
you were passed out in your cheese fries by the time he brought out your second order of french toast.
For future references, orgasms clear sinuses.
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
5 am booty call.. And I went I need to gain better control of my vagina
I am sleeping in the bathtub because my bed is too soft.
So yeah he had good weed?
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
The Stanley Cup Final is killing me. I can't go to work drunk again.
I'm going to need a penis the size of a bat
New drinking game, drink every time Rhianna says "Work" in her new song.
I just ate broccoli before drinking. Does that make me a responsible adult?
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
Talk all the shit you want but I slept in a oversized monster truck tire last night.
Randomize
