Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odor wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
There is something depressing about eating toast in a dark living room by myself using a paper plate that says: "Let's Party!"
Maybe if i steal enough bar glasses i can justify all the money spent i've spent there
raced the clock twice to day to see if i could get off before my computer died and before i left for my noon bar crawl... win, win
lets go back to having secrets in our friendship
I ate all his french fries. He was no longer useful to me.
We hotboxed his closet and accidentally lit some of his shirts on fire... do we have a fire extinguisher?
I decided taking Molly and seeing Birdman seemed like a wise life choice.
Well he wouldn't kiss me so I made out with a German girl, took a shot with my boss, and I think I sprained my ankle. It was a quiet Sunday for me.
We share an apartment, weed and genitals. It's called being practical not in love.
My day so far: morning after pill and pancakes. Living the dream.
No biggie, just trying to keep my liver function in the green
I HAVE A FLAME THROWER. COME SEE IT. IT’S SAFE AND WORKS.
Did we kick in my basement door last night?
Yes. I think you actually bought tennis shoes specifically for that application.
You took the glass microwave plate and said it was the closest thing to a frisbee, let me know how that works out for you
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