Can't talk. I'm at the Tulsa Sheriff's office with a bunch of rednecks. I bet I'm the only one that voted for Obama.
I bet you're the only one who could read the ballott.
Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
The class that normally occupies the room we use for my Monday class had to do posters as if for a Hamlet movie and they pick actors for each character and this person wrote "Robert D. Niro"
Party at my house. Liquor pinata. Your presence is required.
#1 lesson to be learned from mardi gras this year: lock your car doors or some grimy dude like me might just bang in it and use your backseat as a kleenex
So I totally just remembered that you tried to smoke a hornet out of it's nest.
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
he was spitting whole peanuts projectile out of his mouth at the waitresses as they walked by and then yelled across the restaurant that he had "no problem kicking any of their asses"
At least in the future when we're all real people we can laugh about the time we all had scabies together?
He said and I quote "Had to beat one off in the Burger King bathroom before I went over." Thats somebody that takes pride in his work.
Pretty sure my body is in shock, I shouldn't feel this ok after last nite.
So, I'm tripsitting Ruben cause he's on LSD, and he's starting to eat the chair because 'it is evil' according to him... I can't choose: should I stop him or film it?
I fill condoms, not promises.
I'm gonna write a book entitled "when you give a cop a cookie..."
I don't even want to know.
At some point i am going to say to you "i have this really bad idea! You in? " just go with it.
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