I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
How can it be called memorial day weekend....I don't even remember this weekend
she definitely blew him on the riverbank, some lady floated past and said "have some pride honey", amazingly awkward
260 beers this month. I need a new hobby.
i promise ill be ok...btw im only considered "not ok" if i end up in the hospital.
I'm pretty sure he told me he was sterile and I told him I was on the pill. The positive pregnancy test I'm holding in my hand right now tells me that at least one of us was lying.
Either he was jacking off or having a seizure next to me in bed. Either way, I was too lazy to help.
During your work shift I was either: a) stoned. b) high. c)stoned. or d) high.
Can't wait to bequeath this flannel to my grandchildren someday.
'I've been using this to pick up lesbians since before you were born!'
I may or may not have told him that he's "the only one with a PHD in this pussy"... I should like direct cheesy porno flicks or something.
What's the place called?
I searched "county" on google, but....there's a lot of results
His mom finally got over her shame and smoked a bowl with us. Merry Christmas to all aka me.
why is there a wheelchair in the hall and why does it look like we banged in it?
I just walked into my kitchen and my little brother is standing with his face two inches from the clock, staring at it, and eating an apple. I asked wtf he was doing and he just goes "the hour hand is moving VERY slowly".
It was sweet, he carried me out of my bathroom after I passed out, built me a pillow fort so I wouldn't roll out of bed, set a glass of water on the table, and brought me a mixing bowl to puke in. Totally a sign we're more than just fuckbuddies.
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