he spit gasoline on a tiki torch to impress a girl. he caught on fire but did get laid. success.
In other news I saw a pack of make believe zombies walking down green st.
gotta love wednesdays
Bars not open yet, I feel like a desperate alcoholic wandering around outside.
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
He woke up, mumbled "silverware", and went back to sleep
You really need to get over the whole "jail" thing. Its really not that bad.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
He chucked my pickle at the bouncer. Fucker, I wanted that.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
He almost got to me tonight but then I was like fuck it I'm going to dance with a teli-tubby on the bar so fuck you
My life is sponsored by tidy cat kitty litter, Bacardi rum, and plan b.
Having to crawl on my hands and knees because I woke up with a mysterious broken foot this morning...
Sex in a hot air balloon, top that one!
i was too drunk before they even got here. i took all their phones instead of keys and hid them in the freezerr...im an awesome party host.
So drunk last night I reviewed my recent anazon purchase of secret deodorant. Trust me, it was eloquent.
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