Dear __, it'd be a lot easier to fuck if you ever responded. So I'm throwing in the white towel, since I no longer know what you want. Sincerely, ___
You kept shouting "Relax and take notes" every time before you would hit the blunt
My therapist is concerned about your alcoholism.
I ended up with a gash in my head from drunken dancing last night. I love life.
laying naked on couch sucking water through straw. i can still feel the orgasm from last night. thank you mdma.
the last thing i remember is yelling at the cab driver that i'm really good at drive by vomitting.
On a totally unrelated note, captain four hour sexcapades lost it in his boxers this morning and tried to pretend it didnt happen. Lmao
This hurricane was the perfect excuse to buy 2 pounds of animal crackers and a case of beer. It's on Sandy.
Taking advantage of alcohol's depressant capabilities to curtail my fever. SCIENCE!
Yeah I'm at work. Nothing like the threat of blowing chunks on passing cars to make you feel alive.
Dude, don't put me in a suit and feed me liquor; I'll never go home.
I just want somewhere where I can sit down, without changing my clothes, that will serve me breakfast food and booze. Is that too much to ask?
I don't know what the bubonic plague feels like- but I'm gonna guess its something like this.
He overslept for our prescheduled morning sex. The fact that my vagina isn't enough to get him out of bed was the last straw.
I don't even think NICOLE made a fool of herself last night...
your aware she lit herself on fire, right?
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