Hey dude. Went to the hospital. Call me when you get up
I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
Had a 3 sum last night, and today food just taste better and the air seems so much fresher!
So i guess my mom went into the kitchen and asked me why i was making mac and cheese at 4 in the morning and apparently i yelled at her to "get the fuck back bitch you don't know my life"
In a min. With a stripper at the hospital. Business. Not pleasure.
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
I just texted him and asked him to keep some in case I need help sealing the deal.
Girl Scout cookies are like roofies for fat chicks.
I seriously had to check my phone this morning to make sure I didn't agree to any strange sexual favors.
I think I'll handle my grief by throwing myself headlong into lesbianism. Seems like a fitting tribute to you.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
Hey, I'm off work. Wanna take a metric fuckton of adderall, possibly get daydrunk, and get my hair cut?
I AM A HOUSE CAT. I CANNOT DO THIS LION BUSINESS WE CALL THE SINGLE LIFE
Get your ass back to America. We've got a lot of drugs to do.
IT'S A GIANT FUCKING ROBOT, DUDE. LOGIC IS OUT OF THE QUESTION BECAUSE AWESOME.
It was beautiful and filled the audience with hope for the future. :3 I wish I could speak more but sleep werk nighty
I asked how you were doing?
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