I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
You don't give head? I'm offended and I don't even have a cock...
We're so high we're finding things in the room to build a submarine with. So far we have two cardboard boxes, a piece of wood, puffy paint, and an empty bottle to use as a periscope.
It's just like the Real World with babies
man, work is way more interesting with these acid flashbacks.
I'd rather just be alone, than deal with this bullshit. I just want to be alone. Cats and vibrators never let you down.
Solid. Can't put a price on good times
You can and it's called a liver.
Also, they sell weed-chocolate covered strawberries. For the romantic stoner.
That was one of the best texts I got today
I have no idea. He was just running around wearing a horse mask yelling "bumfuck" repeatedly. We figured we'd just let him get it out of his system.
I threw up in the darkest corner of the bar last night, then watched 2 girls freak out in disgust after walking through it. I then realised I puked on the dancefloor, took a picture and proceeded to send it to my mom.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
you said you couldn't hang because you had to masturbate and feed your lizard
She's currently doing somersaults across the kitchen floor without underwear on. We may not make it to the bar.
So it's official the pockets of my work apron exist solely for the purpose of secretly flipping off asshole customers and not losing my job.
If people had ratings on Tinder I'd give you 5 out of 5 stars.
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