this kid at 40 friday greeted another kid by saying "heeey farmville neighbor"
dude.
yep. needless to say i didn't meet anyone and spent yet another friday night masturbating.
I listened to the last 10 minutes of that 20 minute voicemail, it's solid gold. At one point he literally suggests we buy tasers and go around shooting people.
Not even close. I woke up in the bed of Codys truck. Wrapped up in a sleeping bed, using a stuffed alligator as a pillow. And Alex was laying naked beside me. Not to mention I wasn't wearing the clothes I got there in.
I'd rather say I'm a whore then admit it's his child. Its that bad.
Oh btw I took the eighth out of the plastic wrap so I could use it to wrap my red pepper. This can be seen as either pathetic or resourceful.
We left your bucket of puke on your doorstep to clean out yourself. You're welcome.
Do you know of any good hiding spots in the Atlanta area?
It's always a good night until the penis tattoo makes an appearance
Any story that involves the words "bloody hand job" and/or "sliced penis" is bound to be a good one, right?
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
Your normalization of crazy is frightening.
My dad called me in the middle of the night, drunk on vodka, asking for references on the Irish alphabet.
We couldnt find you anywhere and when you finally answered your phone all you said was "im safe"
easy for you to say. you're not the one who has to explain why you woke up with a pineapple and a used condom.
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
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