Some broad at the bar just asked me how much money I make. I don't know whats worse, the question or the answer.
Still drunk and leading the team through the 9am sales meeting. I'm pretty sure this is why there aren't more 26year-olds in management.
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
So apparently last night I was running around columbus circle station screaming that Obama was a pussy and that "waterboarding should always be an option" lol
Played "Which Couple Will Take Me Home Tonight" at the bar last night... I can now cross three-some off my bucket list
Day #3 of being the only sober person at the bar. This is depression.
FULL ON LADY WOOD. YOU CAN SEE THE VEIN
Check the bible. I hear he keeps his weed in leviticus.
I CAN'T FUCK HIM OUTSIDE. THAT'S FOR PEASANTS. HE'S TOO FAMOUS FOR THAT.
I'm going to stop at grocery on the way home. I'm CRAVING wine from a sippy cup. We have neither wine nor sippy cups.
Sigh. I haven't seen a dick since August 22nd. And in case you forgot, it's January.
I lost a fight last night. By that I mean I head butt the bar and busted my lip open.
A good example of deductive reasoning: Knowing that when my girlfriend texts me "I promise not to smoke all your weed!" that she is...at that VERY moment...Smoking All Of My Weed.
We were high and the scary movies were scaring us too bad. Were all watching porn instead now
Great, now I'm picturing myself as a fucking garden gnome
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