just sold my soul for a pack of cigaroos. little do they know they got the short end of the deal. suckers.
I'm cheering for the colts this year. I basically have to since my fake says i'm from indianapolis
Appropriately today was the first time I've ever GTL'd. I can't believe I made fun of this,it's rather relaxing.
I made a bet with her that she would show me her tits if I finished my beer. Only on spring break.
I just witnessed my first non cocain induced sunrise in five years.
Not my cup of tea
I'm just over here all sober hanging with two high people talking about how they're "free-spirited stallions."
The ketchup exploded, and totally splooged his face and the wall. You could see the outline of his head in the wall splatter.
I was just doing the math on how much beer we need for the houseboat. in doing so, I came to the conclusion that we need to open a beer distributor business.
Fun thought: I realized the thing I miss most about him is dixie kong's double trouble on his super Nintendo. It's possible that I don't have a soul.
I can't. Currently naked covered in Nair trying desperately to catch his cat that rubbed up on my leg.
I hate that cat.
he stole a smokey from the street meat vendor and put it in his pocket when she wasn't looking and now we're drinking avocado margaritas
Is there evidence of another human being getting away with this/ not dying?
He and I didn't so much date, as watch cartoons and go down on each other.
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
We fucked on the roof... like that has to mean something
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