I'm pretty hammered, I'll elaborate tomorrow
it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
I don't think brook has ever known best
well hello there hangover. fancy meeting you here on this BRIGHT thursday morning.
my mom just poured a water bottle of wine to take my dog on a walk...
We've had the 'life would be so much better if we were both lesbians' conversation too much for that to be okay.
He wanted to take a picture with our pizza to show his mom that I was pretty but more importantly that he practices in "sober" activities
Exactly, finding that perfect flask to come with you on all your adventures is like finding the perfect wedding dress. You have to feel it.
I can't tell which way is up. Too many corners around his house too. An arbitary assimilation of edges.
Christ, I swear you are the high man's Dr. Seuss.
They were loudly fucking last night and there was way too much conversation involved. It wasn't even dirty talk, it was more like "your doing it wrong" talk
One of the art pieces was basically this chick throwing raw meat at the audience, anyone who got hit (which I did) got a free shot of whiskey. It was worth it.
I had to ask. I mean when you get a snap chat of a nipple you have to ask who's it is.
We BOTH lost our virginities there. It's basically a landmark.
someone stole my phone at the bar last night, naturally, it led to me waking up in the bartender’s bed
you can't just call dibs on my vagina bro.
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