we're blogging at a bar
Did I tell you that you looked cute last night? I looked at the pictures. I lied.
Dude you spent the last hour of the night in the bathroom crying, asking someone why you will never be as smart as Mr.Feeney from boy meets world.
i cleaned the weed out of my bowl, pretended it was a spoon and ate oatmeal with it. my mom cried
I've gotta stop getting kicked out of bars for fighting with people over the accuracy of the Harry Potter movie.
Left and drinking by a bar by myself. Everyone is in pajamas. I'm in a tuxedo. This is my life.
I have too much respect and admiration for my dick to put it into a situation where he could possibly be killed
I think I've had 45 beers today though So things are looking up.
Lets ignore the fact that you want to turn your dorm room into a sex dungeon and focus on the real issues here.
It'd be easier to list the surfaces my ass hasn't been on.
If I got to choose how I die, it would be in an Olympic sized pool of gin and tonic.
How is your new roommate working out
We are drinking at the laundromat. And will probably have sex later. So...pretty good.
drying my bra with a hair dryer wasn't exactly how I had planned on starting my day.
He's gone. He left a note but all it says is "Dear Neil" followed by a drawing of a hand flipping the bird in the direction of a butt.
Alone, in the dark, eating tacos and drinking vodka. Who's apartment is this?
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