Being alone has allowed me to flourish into a complete weirdo
To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I think he was having a seizure but nobody knew because 'what is love' was playing
I ride home in a shopping cart. Don't at like you aren't jealous.
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
the girl next to me at the bar JUST looked down at her vagina and said "im going to get you fed". if i come home alone tonight...i give you permission to cut off my penis
i need to find a notary that isn't going to turn me in for blatantly lying to the us and chilean governments
you're being fucking weird and i don't like it. text me when you're not being the after picture on a poster for rehab
I was informed that last night we held hands while puking on the curb outside the bar.
We just have a real special relationship.
we drunk the bar out of liquor so the guy was selling us bottles of wine for $2a each. Only good thing to come outta this flood
I don't care how much you're grieving a loss, masturbating off the side of a roof is not acceptable mourning behavior.
It's like the cookie assaulted me with being high.
I can't wait to get to LA so I can punch her in the face
Btw I'm playing passed out so you can get laid but obviously you need to take the offense just ask him if he wants to go to bed and leave a cigg on the counter
This is a life or shit situation. Grab me toilet paper asap. This bathroom is fucking out. This is not a test. This an actual emergency and I am not joking.
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