yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
we got back to my place and he started talking about feelings. i politely told him to leave and that he managed to cock block himself.
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
he told me it was because of the roids, but i couldn't tell if he meant ster or hem.
I'm in a subway station watching a tranny do her makeup. This is like watching a unicorn giving birth.
You know, I really only think drinking is a problem if you're not good at it.
I don't know what happen last night but the fact that it's 9 am and I need to put my dick in something means it didn't go as planned.
Tried to dry my shoes in the oven last night.
Picture this: me driving down 183 throwing up into a towel. I just hit rock bottom.
Going to.goingto.gtoing to DIE DIE DIEEEE......i feel like everyeone impotrant in my life like MLK is judging me.... saddd day
We're about to go to a party titled 'Night of 1000 Jello Shots".
That point of drunk where you're in a bar bathroom and you're like "F*ck you bra! I'm not taking your sh*t anymore! and you take it off and throw it in a trashcan.
I just realized that the thing that smelled like an electrical fire in my house was me.
Blizzard, Hour 9: I'm 7 beers deep and have finished Ninja Turtles. I am listening to the NYPD and Nassau Fire Dept pipes and drums and writing new drum scores in my head, which I may or may not remember tomorrow
Well, I was arguably the most sober adult in the house by 1 in the afternoon, so I'd say Superbowl Shitshow was a success.
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