We're like a lot better than the average bears
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
i really wanted you to get laid last night and i didnt think you were going to. so i posted porn on your facebook.it made sense at 3am
And when I say "complete whore" I mean I could possibly make a shameful profit by wearing this.
Dude, smoked out of a pumpkin tonight. I like Halloween more now
he said that he wanted to outsmoke the rain, I don't know what that means but I'm gonna go help him
woke up with the dennys waiters MYSPACE link on the back of my receipt...yep one of those nights
I think i just threw up blood. i can't chill right now;
I wasn't trying to be rude when I hurriedly walked past you, but I can not put in to words exactly how bad I had to shit.
But the drunk streaking fizzled when one of jake's friends took a piss while running with a massive erection.
And my nipple is sore from him biting it. That is not a complaint.
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
I just twinged a muscle in my shoulder trying to hug myself. In the world of loneliness-based injuries, this is a new low for me.
A 'Bear Fight' is a car bomb followed by a Jaeger bomb. Fuckface and I do those on slow days. Tonight, we did a 'Polar Bear on Fire'. Fireball, a bear fight in the middle, and end with rumple minze.
I made friends at the beach bars tonight. Several were worried for my well being.
I'm fine. Heading home now...crying. Michael Bolton totally understands me!
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