I reached in my backpack to pull out my laptop. I found my bottle of Jack and 2 bottles of Coke. It's going to be a good class.
The new google images is a smorgasbord of porn now are plans for tonight are off.
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
FUCK BUDDYS DON'T HOLD HANDS. NO EXCEPTIONS.
The thing is that despite the high paying career and the increased responsibility, my life hasn't changed that much. Only instead of blacking out on $2 wells at some dive I blackout on top shelf martinis in a suit. Oh and only on Fri & Sat nights. Being 30 doesn't suck as bad as everyone led me to believe.
I ended up naked with smirnoff caps on my nipples. Dignity is now a completely foreign concept to me.
I think a kid would responsible me up
my binge eating and her being stoned all the time has reduced us to a bowl of chinese candies, frozen bacon and a stick of butter, we do however have enough alcohol to start our own liquor store.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
He's getting me an energy drink and said good morning beautiful. He must sense i'm cutting him off from the sex.
Just introduced myself to a group of people and one dude said "You're Marc!? I've heard many a legend of you." I raised bottle of champagne, said cheers, and drank with them.
Last night I went outside to our neighbors and asked them to put in money with me to get a hot tub for our patio. Niceeeee
They said you went back in for 30 minutes and were walking with your arms out like an eagle soaring
We have moved from phase 1: honeymoon, to phase 2: trapped in relationship until the cold embrace of death
I can't go to Fassler and not immediately think about you licking a guys wife's butthole in the family restroom
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