why is there a clump of hair nailed to my wall?
I don't really know I'm just giving her a key to get back in and the "don't get pregnant speech" and leaving it at that.
Also, the zoloft kicked in and I can't get an erection anymore. So I'm depressed.
All i've had today is coffee and ketchup packets. I need a job like yesterday.
i love you man. i hope we fuck some serious shit up this summer.
YOU CAN'T JUST DO COKE AND THEN CALM DOWN
He was super stoned and then he compared doing meth to having anal sex and told me to "ride that cowboy." The cowboy being my ex.
that is terrible, if I can't drink Gatorade when I'm hungover I don't wanna live in this world. that's like denying wild rams to run free in the wild and frolic
I tolerate his mediocre drunk sex for the mind blowing morning sex. More than worth it.
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
just like fucking own it. stare that cop in the eye and just keep masturbating "yeah motherfucker Im high as shit and this feels great"
I should not be allowed to reproduce. The world doesn't need my sarcastic asshole demon spawn in child form
We laughed, we cried, we fucked, we shirked our familial and work related responsibilities. They could make a movie about the last 40 hours of our lives.
we promised ourselves we wouldn't get too drunk, and what happens? I wake up the next morning with half a mcdouble in one pocket and some barbie clothes in the other.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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