Do you want the really bad news or the bad news? Or do you want it in chronological order?
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
drove into oncoming traffic. add a minute to my ETA
Ideas I've had tonight: An entire movie based off the Pixar lamp jumping on stuff.
Still breathing?
Still breathing , but quite out of it. I think I hallucinated like 20 action sequences.
What.
I was on all fours trying to empty the bowl we smoked into the sewer when your neighbor came out, but besides that it went smoothly
I'm willing to share. He can have sloppy seconds.
If i'm forever fucked up in this state of mind then I'm going to kill him for this
I'm trying to be celibate. I'm having me time. I'm eating cake.
I never thought it would be so hard to find a power hour partner at 2 on a Wednesday
I almost forgot to feel shameful, if that answers your question.
Lord give me the strength to not check my tinder messages at my grandmother's wake.
I just don't understand why your parents aren't supporting your dreams of being a medieval weapon smith.
There’s nothing that says motivation more than watching these little geniuses on Kids Baking Championship New Year’s Day. I’m ready to fuck shit up this year.
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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