i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
i'm sure there's a big cosmic reason for things working out the way they did. like, now you have awesome images to masturbate to.
did you mean anything you said last night? i just wnna know
no
Going to a jewelry store high is not a good idea. I look like mr.t's wife.
Why is there a case of Coors Light with my address on it?
My night sucks. It's really hard to masturbate with a broken finger.
I just found your spare underwear and the half eaten granola bar you left in my purse.
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
You kind of have a nervous, desperate thing going on that isn't exactly catnip for bitches
Props to the guy on crutches playing edward forty hands. Dedicated to drinking games is an understatement.
It was an "I snuck in through the window at 5am with my underwear in my pocket" kind of night.
My concierge just asked me to his place for dinner while I was signing for a delivery. The delivery was a box of vibrators. Let's discuss.
Well my unnaturally hairy chest finally came in handy. It took at least an hour to shave the american flag into my chest but I definitely went America all over that party
The important thing is that she is gone, presumably back to the depths of hell from whence she came.
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