Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
He scored a 8.5/10 on that girls powerpoint. Of course I slept with him
also: i found my "nug jug", actually the baby did, but either way it got returned to its rightful owner
I found a ladder. I don't know where I am. Gonna climb it. I feel like aladin
So, your gf couldn't walk up the stairs without your help, but she could knit you a scarf?
I think the fact that the scarf was made out of dental floss should be taken into account.
I'll even be awesome and bring pizza for your family, just as a "hey thanks for letting a stranger get trashed at your house" gesture.
Also we saw a clown getting arrested. Rochester is weird.
Thought I was doing makeup today for a photo shoot for a short film. WRONG. Try I'm on the set for a Fucking Sci-Fi PORN.
I have a theory that years from now they will be with women who despise me because of what I trained their husbands to like.
I can make a sex schedule on Excel and send it to you guys
I'm tempted to randomly yell out 'SO HOW IS YOUR UNDERAGE GIRLFRIEND' but that would be callous
He signed my ass with a Waffle House pen.
Im not sure if the cops that just came are strippers or actually cops
how am i in montreal? thats like a 3 hour train ride. i remember nothing.
I love how when he said ecstasy pills both of our heads whipped around like a couple of horned owls.
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