He's a collector of sorts
Any cool stuff?
You should see the collection of booggers in the carpet next to his desk
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
I woke up and went to my kitchen naked and decided I wanted a fruit cup. Ate said fruit cup. Look over and notice my male neighbor is staring at me
had to check his id this morning to remember his name.... i was wayy off
dude i just made a burrito by wrapping 2 packs of scooby snacks with a fruit roll up. im so high
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
I've eaten cheese dip for three consecutive meals. I think I need to branch out.
He's going to let me keep his bowl in my car. Does that make us Facebook official?
Found my underwear in a solo cup. That about sums up this weekend.
I've injured myself in such a way that i am only capable of making love standing up now
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
He used a trumpet as a funnel, said something about valve oil, and puked all over the garage.
if happy hour never ends, you’ll never have to eat kale
This hangover is too legit right now. I just sneezed and almost puked
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