remember tomorrow: you burned the inside of your nose with incense. it hurt.
I drowning out her crying with songs from the Beatles it's good for us both. She relives her 30s and i dont have to hear her cry
Found him. He was passed out on the couch at the new place in a room full of burnt pizza smoke.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
Guys, I'm sleeping in the BOYNTON LAUNDRY ROOM. if you can, come let me out in the morning as I have no keys. I might be in the study room possibly. DON'T FORGET. I will be trapped
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
Apparently I took one a huge picture off the wall at the bar and was walking around dancing with it..
Bisexual Viking-cowboy hybrid is at the bar again
Dibsssss
You got the whole drunk bus to sing, "In The Jungle" while conducting with your glowsticks.
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
This is even better than the wine from my laundry basket
CAPS.LOCK.AND.SPACEBAR.ARE.BROKEN.
No it's a real cult, with original ideas and shit like that
I realized it was late, and he was my brother in humanity and another incarnation of my own life force and consciousness, so I regained control of myself, thanked him for helping me, and went home.
I think he just shit his pants. Yep he did. That's unfortunate.
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