she looked like the bat from fern gully.
Who pooed in my magic bullet?
Sorry the bathroom was being used.
Well, I guess that settles the question of how thick the walls are in my building.
We woke up in the room with a hamburger patty on the bed side table, one bun across the room, and the other bun under my pillow. Still don't know who ordered room service.
And after that you guys started calling arbor mist "breakfast juice"
I remember halftime. Then I woke up in Spain. I need a drink in order to process this.
So apparently using the emergency exit of the bar as a bathroom is frowned upon in this establishment...
Not good... He ate my chips. Thats not a sex analogy for anything. My actual potato chips... gone. I lost on both ends.
I just really hate taking care of things... If I can't fill it with liquor I'm not sure what to do with it.
On the way home there was a guy passed out IN the road on Colfax with his pants around his ankles, completely bare assed. If he was dressed as a speed bump, he succeeded.
Shirley Temple died. We owe it to her to get dirty shirley wasted.
It was a mess. I sat on the kitchen floor with maple whiskey and cried into a bowl of poutine. I've never even been to canada
We had sex in his hot tub. Then we saved a mouse that almost drown in his pool. We celebrated our heroism with more sex.
Why so philosophical about cake and sex this morning?
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
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