I haven't even gone in yet. I'm sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call "Who else is here for AA".
sweet and enthusiastic is code for tiny dick.
So at what point do I tell her that I like fucking these hot southern girls more than I like my relationship with her?
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
I just had my first non-cocaine-induced nosebleed for the first time in 2 years. This calls for a celebration.
So he texted me two hours ago to tell me he just took two hits of acid. Now he's asking me if it's possible for a house to breathe.
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
High with mom again. She's giving me relationship advice.
...I can smell the alcohol on your breath through that text
sending him nudies in gran's hospital bathroom. you?
Send me one of your boob pics as an example. I mean this in the straightest least lesbian way possible.
What I'm doing now is like me taking a bagel, dropping it butter side down, leaving it for six years, picking it back up, and trying to fuck it
Dick very happy bro
So I had this brilliant idea that I would sleep in all sorts of sweatpants and sweatshirts... Apparently I thought I could "sweat" off the drunk in my sleep and that it would make me feel better when I woke up
I'm getting reacquainted with drunk me. She has grown up a lot.
Randomize
