we're blogging at a bar
but i really can't criticize. i blacked out waaaaaay ahead of schedule.
i was watching iron chef and got motivated, so i made dinosaur chicken nuggets
I had to step in when you tried to make it rain baking powder on my sister
I have your dog in a headlock. Se wants my mushrooms.
Showerbowl immediately followed by pullups naked. I feel like fucking Tarzan
Lol. Awesome. Seriously though, I need you focused next year. We're gone have a lot of drinking and stupid nonsense to do, and I don't want dumb shit like responsibility to get in my fucking way.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
Just woke up with an eye that wont open, a half eaten piece of pizza on my chest and a raging boner.
The only thing I remember from last night is being naked in his bed if that's not summer drinking at it's finest then I don't wanna live anymore
So maybe I got drunk and hooked up with him in a hot tub? I mean that's nothing to be ashamed of, that kind of takes talent. I'd drown.
I feel like there's def a learning curve to the sex swing
He stole my heart. I stole his identity.
Come on in. I'm butt naked, in the kitchen, eating ice pops
can I CTRL ALT DELETE this universe
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