You can spell. I can kill people with no remorse. We all have our skills.
Um, that's called prostitution
Not if I leave it on the nightstand, then it's called cab money
Today was the day I stopped kidding myself and started buying the handle of vodka.
he just started chanting dark meat! dark meat! out of no where.
She puked in the bank of America parking lot? Awesome.
Yeah, figured I'd deposit my check while we were there.
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
Was almost hungover and got scared, skipped hungover, back to hammered. Fuck real life
So I think my aunt and her one legged boyfriend are getting it on in the next room. Traumatized does not even begin to describe what I am right now
What can i say, i'm an artist. I think deep thoughts. In between the homoerotica and pterodactyl noises
Got head last night. Had the 3D glasses on the whole time.
Can't tell if its the LSD or if that demon man just stared at my penis. Cleveland is a weird place. All true stories.
I just got offered money for pictures of my boobs
I accepted the offer
Damn. Looks like nobody I know is doing anything interesting. Guess it's another slut-it-up-with-strangers sort of night.
It’s the universal cock block of this decade
FUCK THE COCKBLOCK 19
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