we're blogging at a bar
Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
i felt like we were having sex on ultimate fighter, and people on the outside kept yelling ELBOW ELBOW! KNEES KNEES!
There's an amish chick decked out in amish clothes on a cell phone staring at me.
It's officially time to start saving up weed money for the NCAA tournament
Contrary to what peaches says, you can't fuck the pain away. Full story later. Have a good morning, buddy.
Oh boy...do i want the 'something you can tell your mom in 10 yrs' version or the 'Im gonna call you a whore but be proud' version?
honestly, i'm just crying in the kitchen naked and eating salsa
I'm not surprised. You have the libido of an Italian soccer team.
My text message history should be ashamed of itself right now.
Yea. It was an issue. Great time though. Apparently I went through the coat check, put my coat on and forgot I had it so I tried to go through again and just didn't understand why thy weren't helping me. Dave coat checked his pants.
Shirtless guy staggering down the sidewalk, puking into a Prada shopping bag. Ahhh, the walk of shame in Boystown.
The appetizer at the dinner I went to tonight was Klonopin and a Bloody Mary.
Can I get my morals surgically removed?
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