I found a dealer that takes plastic. I'm so in trouble.
I gave her a mint afterward. It felt like giving turndown service at Hotel BJ.
Goldfish can't live in a bowl filled with tequila, lesson learned.
I had to physically hold you down to stop you from going out the window naked. You put up quit the struggle.
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
If you feel like laying around and watching a movie, that's where I'll be for the next several hours not moving, blaming others, and generally feeling sorry for myself.
So my OCD kicked in and I cleaned his kitchen. His roommates were so grateful, they tried to pay me in weed.
YOU ACCEPTED, RIGHT?
It's total crap. On a side note I watched a porn of 4 guys wrestling in chocolate then messing around with each other. It was like a dream come true
Because it's not worth it. And there is no nice way of saying "sorry, you're not good enough at sex for me to drive 45 mins"
I'n not even sure we went out, but I know we broke into a cemetery.
I just spent 3 hours in the back of an unmarked police cruiser. Best. Date. Ever.
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
I should be in a better mood, I just went home and had a quickie on my lunch break.
I had a sandwich.
Spencer just told me I got home and was opening beers with my teeth and trying to make pot butter
I woke up with my shoes on but pants in the fish tank
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