there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
I'm in the laundromat a drunk armenian guy keeps trying to help me fold my laundry. Ah i'm going to miss queens.
"must pass the hog line" should not only be used in curling. but also when we go out to pick up girls.
she had that "i just got used" look on her face when i kicked her out at 5am
I really shouldn't be this use to hearing "YOURE THAT GIRL?!?!"
My heart stopped for a sec, but I snorted what I believe was cocaine off the floor, and I'm back in the fight
I just threw up birthday cake.. who's birthday was it?
So glad the long weekend is over so I can bring this bender to a merciful end.
One day soon I'll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. Today is not the day.
it was like reliving my childhood drunk at a bar.
I basically go to him for great dick and great memes.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
probably because i sent a bunch of guys a snap saying happy one year to my nipple piercings
I woke up on the couch screaming in pain. I don't know how ended up there or why my foot was double the size. all I know is I'm now in a cast and never drinking tequila again. worst hangover ever.
My life is a random series of events connected only by bottles of Seagram's 7
Randomize
