I'm ready for my liver to be the last casualty of 2009
He made me a mix cd. There is obviously something wrong with him.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
True but, who really needs money in europe? Just barter with sexual favors. A bowl of cereal is worth a blowjob.
Just once I'd like to do blow in a nice bathroom.
Neat. I'm thinking about growing a handlebar muffstache. What are your thoughts on this?
All you had to say was "damn dude that looks fun, I miss ice fishing." But you sent a picture of poop. Classy
Find me a cup with a lid so I can illegally drink in your car. I'll be there in bout 10 minutes.
You don't know how much I love you. You could play Careless Whisper while we have sex and I'd still love you
You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
I love this text stream: discussing the development of a business model centered around cooking acid to bankroll a yacht trip in Croatia
I mean, we were all drinking, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping came up.
Tomorrow night, I am putting you In my trunk. No excuses we have waited forever for this.
The dentist walked in on me trying to bottle some laughing gas to take home with me. That high.
is it still the walk of shame if his dad gave me a 'thanks for sleeping with my son' head nod on my way out this morning?
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