idk, it's all black and i hear low talking...
dude, i think you're in initiation!
shit. that's not good.
So My parents cut me off after I started making blood marys with hienz ketchup
so its thursday, which means its time to resume communication with you
I just realized this is gonna be the last time that I'm high in my childhood home. I'm kinda sad. I'm really high..
Note to self: do not take so many shots that you sit on the floor under the bar where nobody can see you, and reach out and grab peoples crotch.
Not gonna lie i was comfortable between the allsups air conditioners while you were talking to the cop.
The main two things I remember from last night is you "spanking Katey into reality" and watching her barf in terror.
Just pulled back my covers. Jizz. Jizz everywhere. Hipster jizz everywhere on my only set of sheets.
You kept saying,"there's a seahorse in my stomach, who's trying escape". This was after the curtains attacked you.
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
I still have way too many Frat houses to get blackout drunk at before I'm get in any type of relationship
debating what would be more effort, turning on to my other side or trying to get myself off with my left hand. that kind of lazy day.
She wouldn't eat a clam- if you blow a line pregnant you can eat a clam
In other news my pubic hair is covered in glitter.
Tbh the only thing I was fully concerned about from the dream was what type of fucked up parallel universe doesn't have Coca-Cola
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