I projectile vomited into my sink. Jealous?
Kind of. My puke would have just dribbled down my chin and missed the sink completely.
Ohh that happened after I started to cry.
life lesson# 3: saying thank you on a subway really means "im not a native new yorker, so please feel free to touch my ass"
hmm. interesting. explain how you came across this knowledge.
i sneezed. he said bless you. i said thank you. he groped. i again said thank you.
wasted. watching meteors, awesome idea i ever had, see 2 for every 1 with ma double vision
I dont want to tell you. Lets just say that a lot of things are reminding me of your dick right now
He was sitting at the table eating ice and said, "I'm pretty sure everyone in my family has nipples."
She came over and gave me a handy and then just lingered for a day and a half. Worst weekend ever.
Land Before Time marathon. we drink every time littlefoot almost eats a treestar.
I think he just made me trade sex for my cat.
That's what my new years consisted of. Consoling heartbroken girls and having people throw up in my hands.
I was THIS CLOSE. But drunk me wanted to play those washboard abs with a spoon, like an actual washboard. Apparently that hurts, so I just squished it out at home alone.
the kid next to me in math class is drawing gay porn. it's good, but that is beside the point
I gave myself a charlie horse masturbating this morning. I feel like that really set the tone for the day.
And by "have lunch together" you mean me giving you a blow job in the back of your Tahoe, right?
He was about to go in...and he fell off the bed. Ruined mood!
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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