You're mentally unstable and I would hate to be you
i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
i sold my breathalizer so i could buy weed
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
She insisted on fucking on the futon mattress on the floor, answered the phone call from her boyfriend who was on his way to pick her up, and then had the audacity to ask if I was clean
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
We literaly had to peel your fingers off the jose cuervo bottle and lock it in someones room
He sent me a Microsoft outlook meeting request to blow him in the storage room at work. I had to accept.
I already banned bobbing for apples. While drunk that's just drowning near fruit.
It's raining beautiful colors and I don't know what the fuck is going on
Drink a bottle I wine by yourself? Treat yo self
Safe to say I'm terrified but totally AMPED
Not now. Out of camp chairs. Carving a new one with a chainsaw. Mushrooms are starting to kick and I gotta get this done NOW.
Ethically, this is the worst thing I've ever done. Financially, however...
if i had an alexa it would be saying “have sex with guys that don’t care about you”
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