we're blogging at a bar
Literal conversation "you are ________ ____. you facebook friended me"
In hindsight maybe we should have moved his homework instead of playing quarters on top of it.
Wake and baked to watch the boston marathon. God I love massachusetts
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
I barely even remember him. He is just a distant beard in my past.
I just woke up and my mouth tastes like I licked the bathroom floor in the last ghetto bar we were in. I'm going to get my mouth checked for chlamydia. Do I see a dentist for that?
It's like the blind leading the senile over here.
UPDATE: shit just got real- grandma is threatening to beat grandpa with a wooden spoon covered in chili.
Drinking a bawls. If I'm dead when you get home, yes, they are poisoned.
Because the guy guy doing the drawing either wanted to bone, or wanted us to stop entering the contest. Either way, we got concert tickets so I'm cool with both scenarios.
You tried to steal my pants at 3am saying they were yours and somebody was gonna die, not cool dude
Ugh I don't want to adult today. I need like a dozen more coffees. Or cookies. They're interchangeable.
Wow dude wow that's sad man so sad. I dno't event wanna massturbate anymore due to teh sadness
He fucked me so hard my contacts fell out! Didnt know that was possible.
I often wonder if we’re introverted extroverts, but I don’t think so. I think we’re just easily tired scumbags
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