Last night is one of those stories you hear about on 20/20 right after they make a law banning 90% if what I did.
My balls are so social today.
It's always a relief to be able to look at some one, and remind yourself that there IS some one who gets laid less then yourself.
I closed that bar. Sang every Beatles song in the book. Made Somoan friends.
everyone knows he gets back in a week and after that i'm not sleeping around anymore. it's like i have a expiration date.
I'm looking at pot farms on google earth. Google should be proud I found a real purpose for it to serve.
The voicemail says i shouldn't bother ever showing my face there again, i don't understand
We visited your boss last night. guess you wont be paying the rent this month, eh?
had to go back to that apartment this morning to get my other boot. it was tacked to the wall
He only talks to me during the summer and it's probably because I let him fuck me in my pool last year.
Just disregard the tooth in the plastic bag in the fridge.
I have a theory he's part Neanderthal
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
Ryan friended me on LinkedIn and it took everything in my power not to endorse him for sexual dysfunction as a skill.
Just once I'd like to go out and not have to tell you to put your pants back on.
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
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