Do you ever look back at facebook pics and say, "are those really guys I had sex with?"
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
You just kept insisting that you and the homeless man went way back, and that you bonded over how cold you both were.
Some guy just bought a handle of cuervo, a curling iron, and a power drill. Paid with a jar of change. I'm torn between avoiding him and befriending him..
I hope your lack of response means you're banging, not talking about her purity ring.
I just found our entire wall-to-wall from September 2006 printed out and clipped... it's 49 pages. Blackout me is so considerate of bored-at-work me
Typical Sunday afternoon purchase of condoms and a helium tank.
I'm not so good at organized events that don't revolve around whiskey or playgrounds.
It was less of a bar, and more of an abandoned basement that some people sell booze in.
Get drunk. Masturbate to his picture. Fall asleep. Repeat. Fuck summer.
Nooo, I ran into two if my exes, both having their engagement parties at the bar. It was like a fucking Eskimo family reunion, but with more tequila.
I just had to go dumpster diving, at 3am, in the rain, because I realized that I somehow threw away the brand new package of birth control pills I picked up from the pharmacy this afternoon. So I'm sort of a responsible adult.
You drunkenly told one of the campus security guards that you liked his headset. In return he introduced himself, lit your cig, and told us that if anyone was giving us shit to call and ask for him... Best campus security ever.
I've got two reasons for you to come over later and one of them is pierced.
This whole thing is fucking bullshit. I should be wasting all my hard-earned money at Planet Con this weekend but NOOOOOOOOO. Now I'll never get Roy Thomas to sign my comic
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