I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
It was also my first failed attempt at shower sex.
Everything that you guys said happened came back to me. like a tidal wave of regret.
i just unblacked out cuddled in a pita pit booth with ten dollars rubberbanded to my hand.
so do you, all the weight can't fall on me. I'll befriend a ball pit owner if you will befriend a drug dealer. teamwork.
Pretty sure I asked the person at the pharmacy counter in Walgreens to marry me last night. But also remember Rachel Maddow crawling through the TV screen, so my memory might be a bit compromised...
Hate sex is good. Drunk sex is better. Combine those two however and you get the best experience of your LIFE.
I drink to make the karaoke go away.
Swear to god you say cuddle bunny one more time and honest to god I will sacrifice a bunny on the hood of your car
She's licking the whiskey out of the carpet. I think we may be soulmates.
My throw up tasted like pumpkin, fall is right around the corner.
You know she's gonna fuck shit up when she shows up in a neon wind-suit
If it exists, I've probably pregamed it.
I'm worried my dog collar isn't going to come in time. I might be trying on dog collars at PetSmart next week. That could get awkward.
Tonights mission: get trashed, smoke a bowl on top of the silo, get some dick. Not necessarily in that order.
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