I just told my doc I would like to talk about my drinking problem, but that it would probably get in the way of my weekend plans.
found some acid from a couple months ago while looking through christmas lights. Looks like santa came early this year.
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees...
You see.... Im at the point in my life where pissing in a toilet is a luxury for me
There's sex hanging in the air like a pinata. European people are no joke.
of course not. I do my best teaching on a hungover monday. I did the research. im still okay with the direction in which my life is headed.
I find it worrying that she bit me in bed. Then proceeded to write her name in bite marks. All without ever losing the rhythm of our fucking.
The lady sitting right behind me on the bus has baby birds in her purse. Shes feeding them bugs from a cup with a pair of tweezers... I love san francisco!
I'd feel bad about being drunk at the Christmas service, except for the fact that I've already had sex in this church, so this is just small change.
Why yes. I did get laid looking like that. My sheets look like there was a clown orgy
we superglued breast forms to his chest. those aren't coming off anytime soon.
I just spilled my beer on a five year old. She's crying but I can promise you I'm more upset.
Ladies don't puke and tell
MANIFESTATION IS REAL AND IM GETTING LAID TONIGHT
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