Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I hope I don't blackout because this is awesome!
It ended with me crying and eating pizza in my closet.
Btw sorry for throwing that bag of ice at your face lastnight....
I'm pretty sure they changed the plants at the grocery store because of us
You cant come. You're a Colorado native who drinks Bud over Coors. Fucking homegrown terrorist.
You know it was a good night when you're lying on the couch in your pjs at 4pm having a pitcher of ice water for breakfast.
Plus now I feel weird sleeping with you. It's like shooting a three legged deer. It's already at a disadvantage and couldn't get what it's full potential deserves.
i feel like i am made of mashed potatoes. i love cannabis pills so. fucking. much.
I have to masturbate tonight while watching every Paul Walker movie ever made. It's what he would have wanted. RIP Paul.
Just kidding. Don't worry, you're getting sugar and orgasms for Valentine's day.
The ecstacy made me so dehydrated I started licking condensation off car windows
I should probably eat a Plan B. Pill for breakfast. Happy Halloween.
Wait. How did I get engaged last night?
This is the fourth guy that I've broken in to gay sex. How the hell do they find me?
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