let's have our labels/stereotypes/careers for each kid by next week.
oh how i love working at summer camp.
its time to go be "that drunk guy nobody knows"....again.
lets put it this way..we'd win on tool academy
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
I woke up naked dangling by my feet from the balcony over his foyer. He's officially my new favorite booty call.
Trying to figure out when's a good time to take acid and not tell anyone and see how long it takes people to notice
I am not betting on the failure of any friend that is not you.
Last time we had an ultimatum like that, things went very far south. I'm down, but it's your turn to wake up in a hospital.
Two drag queens are fighting over me. And yet the night is still getting weirder
IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
Don't drag this out. All I need to know is if I have to put pants on or not.
Everythings in imax form. Space oddessys are formed. Adventure at every moment and everything is epic. My mouth hass lemons. Yum.
Irony: drinking your pre workout supplement out of the cup your Krispy Kreme doughnut holes came in.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
Went online to check my credit card... $147.87 at Waffle House. $632.36 at "Red Rose Gentleman's Club" and a $1000 cash advance from an ATM. I may no longer be a fiancé.
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