smell my finger.
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
its like what part of i just threw up mcdonalds breakfast means i want to make out with you?
And I really REALLY don't feel like cleaning cinnamon off my penis tonight.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
Douche bag was crowd surfing, sack punched him. Crowd carried him away in a ball of agony. LIFE=COMPLETE.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
My tuesday consisted of speaking to a federal agent for two hours and watching a roving band of gypsies jump over a fire until 2:30am
Dude, we tried to feed you but you just started sobbing and ran away
We got a noise complaint for vacuuming too much but not for getting really high and yelling about peanut butter
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
I feel like the dump I just dropped is the most successful thing I've done so far today.
So vagazzling was a success
She's got a shotglass necklace, running down the street asking people to "fill her up". Get here.
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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