i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
yeah i was sneaking up to her room and on the way i saw a picture of her and left
At this point I feel like i'm never going to be sober, and it's frightening
After some trial and error I found soaking my balls in maple syurip helps ease the pain.
Sometimes you gotta say "hey, its been a long semester. Let's puke before 10"
oh you know, the usual stuff. getting kicked out of bars and sleeping in cars.
If I don't go to Australia I'm using that towards a new car. If I do I'll use it to buy a koala.
I saw a groundgog last night outside my back door. I now have a new wedding gift idea.
these people use weed stems as birthday cake candles. I'm never coming home
day drinking caused me to be in bed at a decent time. can't complain.
Sometimes having a penis is like having a really stupid drunk best friend. You see it doing dumb shit but you're just not the one in charge.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
I had to remind him last night as he had his arm around me, "We hook up, we don't cuddle!"
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