we are cooking lunchables pizzas on a fire pit.
all ten of us were sitting in his room with the lights off and staring at his colorful moving screensaver for two hours. That high.
But like now everytime I pee I just think... wow I had sex with him on this toilet.
please tell me you didn't have sex with him in the bathroom...
Does an alley count?
Very hungover, bought a newspaper and found my shorts from last night in the machine.
Granted I did fall into a pond wearing your dress, but I did save a frog in the process so I think it was worth it.
Woke up in an unfamiliar pair of underwear, running shoes but no socks, and a cowboy hat. Thank you crown royal
All right cuz right now I'm in one of those moods where the shear thought of doing anything more strenuous than making a sandwich has me wanting to curl up in the feeble position and splash around in a puddle of my own tears.
Oh and in case you were wondering it is not a good idea to eat weed brownies and then go out to the bar. When I got off the bar stool my high had just hit me and I felt like Bambi taking his first steps
oh you know, the usual stuff. getting kicked out of bars and sleeping in cars.
This is Jewish guilt versus Irish Catholic guilt. We should tread carefully, or we could fuck up the space-time continuum or something.
I'm okay with that.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
I JUST LIKE FLANNEL, NOT VAGINAS! OK?
I'm watching Netflix with my cats and eating homemade bread. Everyone and everything can go and fuck itself.
What the fuck was I thinking eating an entire tub of potato salad on acid. My stomach today bro
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