somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
Some girl just toasted to friendship and love. I want to break her neck.
sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
i can't, i'm blowing bubbles in class and getting credit for it
and yes, the jail cell in Citi Field does have a big Mets symbol in it
even the AIR tastes like tequila.
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
You remember that guy i fucked in Ireland who stopped in the middle to talk about why he had 8 pillows on his bed? Yeah he's following me on twitter...
you riverdanced for the cops while the rest ran away.
I lull them into a false sense of security with my gayness. Then when they're vulnerable, I strike, like a snake. A big non-gay snake, with huge balls.
First week back and I made to one class, its gonna be okay after all.
well it got awkwardly quiet so i looked up, slapped his stomach, said "youre the best!" while pointing at him, and went right back to sucking his dick.
You told the cop you where the star of the Track team and tried to run away. So yeah, i'm not surprised.
listen. he fixes things. buys me drinks and sticks his penis in my vagina. age means nothing at this low point in my life.
i will not be out-irished. not this night. if i don't wake up tomorrow handcuffed to a hospital bed, i have failed my ancestors.
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