i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
she thought don quixote was a type of tequila.
a creepy fucking ass man came up and started raven cawwing in my ear... he said it was the raven mating call. i am officially freaked out
I searched the house and found a small bottle of sherry which is probably as old as I am, has prob gone off and tastes like shit. I don't care any more. It has come to this.
Well I knew we were drunk when I told you it was a good idea to shit in the ocean
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
It's getting harder and harder to find People to carry her home
She shouldn't drink
Ugh. Lets go crawl into a dairy-gluten-chlamydia free hole somewheres.
Ive fucked up. im like a feral dog rabidly chasing an infrequent dream amidst a cataclysm of disaster
....she made me stop for like 3 minutes so she could talk to her cat....
Drunk me is basically the Oprah of nudes. Everyone gets one.
I'm sorry I lead life with my vagina.
I swear I get as excited about the sound of a condom wrapper as my cat gets when she's getting a can of food.
But I think I successfully seduced her with my alias.
For someone who's supposed to be gay Greg is really good at seducing me into things I don't wanna do
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