All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
The cab driver just finished telling me how leaving community college after one month was the best desicion he ever made.
I'm starting to blur the boundary between reasonable senioritis and self-destruction. Somewhat-openly hittin the flask in 11am class
he literaly had a hockey helmet on and was swan diving off the couch onto the coffee table.
Pretty sure I'm taking the break up well. Alcohol made me okay with it and drugs keep me agreeing with why I dumped him in the first place.
We just had a sexually tense moment where we both chose the trough the pee. I love gay clubs.
It's 2:30 on a Friday afternoon. It's snowing and must be about 20 degrees outside. I'm sitting in this class with 300 people using up every ounce of energy and willpower not to puke all over the girl in front of me. This has got to stop.
trapped on the roof of the strip club. help
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
I'm mopping my WALLS now. And talking to my mop. I literally just told it "yeah I kno that dirt doesn't wanna come off but were gonna get aren't we?" This is some good snow!!! mini maid needs to give it to their maids. The world would be spotless!!!!
I came home to him frying bacon to put in his beer. He said bacon beer lights, taste the awesomer rockies
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
Because you touch yourself at night.
...What time of day am I supposed to do it?
Let go out that Thursday night!
Yess sounds good, I have to go turn myself in the next day because what happened last Friday.
Optimism doesn't exist before 2pm nor do any other emotions.
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