4:12a: just got back to his place now. I don't want to talk about it
I want leopard sheets
haha sexcapades
thats the plan
Your tits are I can't wait for
You couldn't hold yourhead up but you managed to unzip my zipper. That's skill..
Next thing I know we're all standing in the kitchen holding hands and thanking God for the beer.
I distinctly recall there being a "I can't be dead 2maro" stipulation to going out last night. There's been a breech of contract
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
that wasn't rum that I poured down your throat while you were sleeping
There are rocks in my bed. And dirt all over my face. Explain?
She kept telling people I wrecked her brain. That high.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
It feels like I'm being stabbed in the uterus with a rake. That night was totally worth it though. Thanks.
I just bought us acid. I'm like the drug tooth fairy. Get ready to wake up with a sweattart of acid under your pillow.
Just told my dad about my heroic mailbox showdown. He looked at me strange. I think he thinks I'm high.
You are high.
Saw throw up in the parking lot at work, glad I'm not the only one. But now the search begins.
Mary's wearing shades at her desk, brilliant!
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