is it bad that the first thing i do when i get downstairs is go on farm town?
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
"Guy Time" translaed into 10 shots apiece and me waking up covered in my own blood.
I believe some people would call last night an orgy.
He started using my brother's rc helicopter as a beer delivery device. He's a drunk McGyver.
i know. like I have the nerve to talk about poverty. I eat peanut butter out of the jar.
I'm sorry I didn't respond. I had a shit day. However, I just masturbated to Adele's Rolling In the Deep while crying. It was oddly therapeutic.
Using all my books as packing buffer for my liquor bottles. And you said being an English major was worthless.
we broke the bed, curtan rods, a dresser drawer, and unless I didn't notice it before, we put a hole in the wall. This is why he and I have to fuck in motels.
It's getting to the point where my ability to get dick pix during the work day is impressing even me. Take that, adulthood!
I think it's getting serious, we started a jigsaw puzzle together.
We had to push you home in an abandoned shopping trolley. You thought you were in a pirate boat and kept yelling "AVAST, ME HEARTIES".
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
Well, if it's rabies, your lips will swell just prior to the frothing. Get a lot of good pics!
There is a french fry attached to my steering wheel and a note that says "eat me yum yum" can you explain this?
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