Well I thought that next 8 ball would either kill us or turn us into Gods
Dear man in the lobby please go play whith yourself elsewhere
It's noon and i am somehow drinking by myself in a jazz tent in broad daylight.
we drove through mcdonalds and ordered everything on the dollar menu. We told the workers that were making Super Size Me 2, drove away without paying and told them to bill our producer.
Found my phone laying in a snow angel outside my apt this morning.
I basically get to watch her life fall apart via tumblr updates
The last thing I remember before blacking out was telling Jamie that she was too fat even for my standards. The first thing I remember after blacking out was waking up next to her.
I am literally sitting on the toilet in utter disbelieve that last night even happened. My god that was only Monday.
we were playing waterfall, then strip waterfall, then we were just listening to music, drinking, and slowly becoming more naked
I thought that wasn't a thing ever since she showed you her vag on the dance floor
I got another blow job proposal last night. Skills.
A guy was over-the-skirt fingering me on the dance floor and I stopped him to sensually rap in his ear. So that was my Halloweekend
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
its the pipe that keeps on giving. Just when I think it's done, I scrape just enough. It's a st. Patrick's day miracle!
I woke up on the floor with 2 cartons of cigarettes, a box of chocolate bars, and a business card for a man named Larry. Don't remember him, but if the Rols on his card is his, I might throw him a mouth party...
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