We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
you're thinking of things to pack this weekend and you think Don King wig?
hes wearing the same tie today that i tied him up with last night.i wanna go home
She came over and gave me a handy and then just lingered for a day and a half. Worst weekend ever.
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
we are all four or five tequila-induced decisions away from shitting in a bucket, come get me please.
once again, we need to groom him to be a better human being. using liquor and tits.
No more cocaine. I spent two hours in my bathroom convincing myself I was ugly. Is this what a period feels like?
You're the worst gay friend ever.
Come to the roof. We are drinking breakfast.
You were asking her how her mother would feel if y'all dated, etc. And I was yelling at you your girlfriends name over and over again in between gags and sobs.
It's midsummers eve. A.k.a. come over so we can get drunk and wear leaf crowns
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
I just found a To Do list on the table, written by me last night, that just says "1. Go downstairs. 2. Get Pickles. 3. Laptop"
My uber driver just told me I smell like fun...still drunk at 7 am
If you had been home 20 minutes ago, you probably would've caught me masturbating, so it might be for the best.
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