margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
I'm smoking weed out of a trumpet
I just did a slip and slide down the hall way of my apartment building
Tie
yah I made NO friends last night. at one point i think i replaced talking with spitting
No you are right. With a nickname like Monster Cock, you shouldn't expect him to want to "just talk". I'd be insulted too
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
i actually pissed myself from laughing when I saw the old man in lingerie carrying a spiderman purse. I dont know if he was real or if it was the tequila, but my head hurts.
I'm trying not to drink. I may fall down if I move. This is bad. I had everclear before the bar. Oh no. Oh no. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Someone had written "Boxmonsterette" on the bathroom wall and I just knew you'd been here.
I forgot that places existed where drinking on Sunday is frowned upon. It's just so unreasonable.
he cock-blocks himself, don't try to make excuses for him!
Also we had sex while listening to fleetwood Mac on vinyl. Like the 70s called and told me to fuck off
I smell like cowboy sweat. I got two lap dances. This is the best day of my life!
I may or may not of seen my high school physics teacher making out with my old high school boyfriend at the bar last night
I'm a lady. Ladies do NOT hump the floor.
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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