me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
if the best thing you can say about him is "he probably wont kill me" you may want to rethink hanging out with him
Life lesson today, a six foot hot guy I meet at a party CANNOT fit on my bike with me.
He's a forty-something balding gay man with no boundaries or sense of social norms. Of course we should befriend him.
I give you full permission to fuck a rando on my air mattress.
So after your set last night some 42 year old woman bought me a drink, professed her love for your music, and then made out with me last night because she thought I was you. Thank you.
It's always nice when a total stranger hates your ex just as much as you think they should.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
having flashbacks of licking salt of your dick for my shot of tequila
CUT OFF ALL YOUR HAIR COME ON MAN LET'S DO THIS
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
I'm using emojis for drug deals now. It's time to kill me.
This was the first funeral I've ever attended where I had to pee behind a bush cuz someone was passed-out drunk in the locked bathroom. Steve would have been proud.
My new favorite word is dickbag. I think its relevant here. And I say that with all the love in the world.
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