your room smells of hookers.
And success
i just got a UPS package from a name and address i dont know, with one of my thongs in it. no recollection.
If it looks like I didn't change from last night, it's because I didn't.
So thanks to the xanax and vodka memory erasering combo i wake up only to reopen a picture of some very familiar balls
You tried to call "time out" during the sobriety test.
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
I can coach you back to consumption. Think of it kinda like Rocky II.
I made Mark strip for me and do a stripper dance. I put 2 dollars in his mouth
I'm gonna tie him up and fart in that pathetic excuse for a mustache
Then that is decided. Fuck away my little bunny rabbit.
Dude I'm driving around California right now hiding little bags of weed in random places like Easter eggs so that I can come back and find them later
Sometimes you just gotta get high and go to a planetarium. Why can't he understand that?
Everytime I feel sad about the break up; I recall that she is a Bernie supporter and feel all better
you were acting out moves from the wwe, in a dress. then you sceamed "you can't see me" and ran out of the apt.
I made it out of the house. Success.
It's not better out here. I'm at Target hyperventilating in the aisles.
Randomize
