porn star on stage now. Get unkicked out.
arguing about whether his trip to england or my trip on acid was better
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
you got us kicked out of the restaurant for trying to pee in the trash can.
So that's all you want from me. Easy ass.
And an everlasting friendship
I cNt phones. tingles in my fingles. jingles
Tequila pump. I'm ecstatic your engineering degree has real world application.
it is a dangerous dangerous place where morals and dignity go to die and all your fantasies about men become reality.
Why are there two phone calls to calgary police in my phone and why is there a voicemail from you asking for bail money
I swear to god those aren't related
I'm at the point where I'm more upset that he got to keep my bottle of Fireball than that he stopped talking to me with no explanation
Note to self: if you decide to go to the gym when you're coming down from your day high to shoot some hoops, do NOT play pickup basketball with the big black dudes who need a sixth
He called me twice and texted me at 3am. Guess absence makes the dick grow harder.
So... remember when you threw an orange in the closet when we were 16 to make wine? Just found it. Not wine.
i guess "never drinking again" is not an option when you invent a whole new level of drunk...
And now Google thinks I have a hard hat fetish...maybe I do...
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