Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
Oh and fyi, I've been drinking and about to do free weights. I'll late you know how this goes.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
the potatoes in the margarita machine wasn't the breaking point. its when he turned on the stove and put a bunch of bottle rockets on it that i knew the night had prematurely failed
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
Hooked up with a guy solely because he had a chameleon. Priorities.
Based on the grey fur I pulled from my teeth, I think her vagina has mice.
I guess my vagina missed him because it called and left a 5 min. message. Color me impressed
I round house kicked her emotions in the face
I took multi-tasking to a new level. I just ate a plate of nachos off my lap while driving to the bar. And I barely got any on me.
I'm going to make a stack of pancakes and fuck it. Right now.
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
Hahaha. I'm so high, this is gonna be so intense. Even the DVD menu scared the shit out of me.
Also this morning I remembered seeing the stripper he threw up on later in the night. She was clothed though.
Pooping to opera.
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