There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
If that really is brett favre's penis, no wonder she ignored his calls
I gave him head and we watched Fashion Police. somehow it wasn't awkard.
There are parrots here and they're headbanging to the music. There's also a clown and a pit bull that can jump onto tables. Too high for this shit.
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
Shame tastes like burnetts and latex
i don't think they understood the house was collapsing. they kept dancing and jumping and asking for more cups.
What goes on in that head of yours?
Gay sex, for the most part. Why?
He stumbled out of the bar bathroom at 3:30 am with his jeans unzipped and his dick hanging out - it was the physical manifestation of "blackout with your cock out"
New found love of volunteering, when there's free wine available at all times. Good times. And I get to to feel good about helping people.
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
Dinner at 5, shrooms at 10.
Can we make love to the Space Jam soundtrack?
i think i just lost a toe
When I went to pick up Adam from the train station, I found him passed out, covered in gold paint and wrapped in a red blanket. someone had glued a gaudy green rhinestone to his forehead. He looked homeless.
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