Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
writing the newer testament. It's the 3rd for the series. I'll update u the rule changes later.
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
Ihop lady gave me free pancakes for being sober this time
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
I'm still not a hundred percent.. I haven't shit anything solid in two days.. I have pulled my puker muscles and I can't take deep breaths cuz of other unidentified muscles/maybe heart attack
just had a very awkward conversation with the concierge at the hotel, they threw your underwear out
Walk of shame. Stopped at an estate sale on the way back to the house. Old lady pulled a condom wrapper of the back of my hoodie. beat that
I'm not sure whom I'm texting but I put you in my phone as last nights fuck budy, and I'm just curious if I left my clutch with you?
I asked if I could borrow some condoms. She referred to herself as "a soup kitchen for whores".
There are many penises to be discovered and claimed tonight
We're like Lewis and Clark
He's a doctor now.. hope he can cure his small dick
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
You seem to be avoiding the poop question. How did you poop on your hand?
No. No. Fuck you! You can do your own grocery shopping.
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