It is pretty awful out and I still haven't put on pants yet.
The last thing I remember is yelling "ill handle this" while wearing a lion suit and holding a jug of vodka when the RAs came
He's eating a cream cheese sandwich. He's obviously distressed.
You played "let it burn" by usher 28 times, knocked over the 36 gallon fish tank, and passed out in the kitchen. Yeah...That drunk.
I thought it was a drawer and tried to pull it out and it wasnt a drawer it was the police call button. I hate everything.
I taped a pair of scissors and a coupon for a waxing on the door. He gets to choose.
It's 4/20 of course I'm going to smoke in the portapotty and be ripped outta my mind at the lung cancer walk.
Today's goal is to get out of bed, before I take a shit. This might be hard
Pass or fail tho
I think I might be harboring a Canadian in my womb.
Everyone thinks I'm sleeping but I'm actually just melting.
I have a hook up buddy in Abiquiu. He lives next to a Chipotle; that's the only reason I see him.
He came on my face and he was genuinely concerned about getting it in my hair. I'm marrying him.
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
I told him I was studying his body for art, so now I have to actually do a drawing of him to not look like a creep and so we can hook up again.
So I wore my ankle step-counter exercise thingy while I rode him. Don't fuck him- I only burned .2 pounds.
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