So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
another moral hangover. fuck.
then we talked for a little and he asked my last name which since I have yet to get a fb request I'm 95% sure its for a restraining order
The cab driver told me he hopes I look up to him as a father figure. Then he asked if I wanted him to take me to the hospital
Just quiet vomiting, and in between heaves she mumbled "be the pro"
I still don't know why you took that job... it sounds miserable
not having any beer money sounds even more miserable
You thought your socks were broken. They were just inside out.
I was a battlefield of empty bottles and bodies. We though we won, but the booze had the last laugh.
Gregs sitting in the living room in his underwear hitting the bong watching a rob schneider movie. His lack of fuck giving is inspirational
I'm confident that their children would come out as 100% authentic rats
It will be interesting
Isn't that your life's motto?
If I had a dick, I'd stick it in some Oreo pancakes
Is there a lightning bolt coming out of your boner right now?!
while giving me head, she stopped, looked up at me smiling and said "ill never be able to look at bananas the same way again" and then went back to work.
You walked around in your costume going up to every guy saying "I'm a squirrel, give me your nuts"
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