party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
I have one thing to say: spongebath.
I wish that wasn't all you had to say. And by that, I mean I wish you hadn't said that at all.
she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
I convinced her last night that my actual nickname was "No Condom John"
I hope his life after cheating on me is as good as Tiger's golf game is these days.
I made the bartender pinky promise me there was still vodka in my drinks.
You seriously looked at the house acorss the street and implied that you thought they had nice Easters.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
at what point last night did we decide it was okay to let me hitch hike to another bar?
His tongue was like Jesus himself was blessing my boobs for eternal ecstasy.
I'm not so sure Jesus approves of such activities, but ok.
With the drought our water bill is skyrocketing. No more shower sex, masturbating, or pretending to be under a water fall after smoking a blunt.
Went to work in the same clothes from last night, completely covered in glitter...I didn't choose the hag life, the hag life chose me
I kept having to give myself encouraging advice like, "you know how a path works"
I've been here 11 months and i just realized i have literally never looked at my apartment/roomates sober
A world without bacon flavored condoms is not one I want to live in.
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