Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
I met the nicest Tranny last night. He/She loves Cheetos.
He has a chalkboard tally in his bathroom of "Me vs. Toilet". He's losing.
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
Also, do you think you think his dick is perfect bc you loved him? Or is it actually perfect?
good news. according to wikipedia, my blackout might just have been "post-trauma amnesia"
You just seemed really offended whenever my cup was empty.
I'm being responsible and going as a gay, slutty Mormon missionary. It's responsible because I'll have a bike helmet on for when I fall over because I'm too shitfaced to stand upright. It's safer than Count Fagula. I just need to come up with a line equal or greater than "Blaaaa I want to suck your dick"
If I come home tho and find u passed out naked in my bed with the bottle of crown empty, we're gonna have issues.
I'm sorry, I can't help the fact that I like to sleep naked, and I like booze, together it looks bad, yes.
that man is just a bundle of powerful magic and poor judgment
Nothing like being buzzed at 10:20am off wine shots in Amish country
I managed to get through my meeting without throwing up in someone else's office, so there's that for an accomplishment today.
Firstly: alligator costume is happening anyway. But I'll see what I can do about the balls.
The kitchen also doubles as a screaming room after midnight as long as you have something to muffle the sound
I cant tell you how much harder a belt makes hoeing
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