Sorry, I have to go home and feed my nepotisms
Sorry, I can't talk, there's a herd of nepotisms headed my way
fuck he's narrating my life in a british voice make him stop im way too fucking high for this
Did I at antime last saturday slip away and sign up for a prayer circle?
We're not even buying beer. Just vodka. In pre-retrospect this was a bad idea but we're doing it anyway
six ambien and a bong later...he was calling me blueberry princess who need rescuing from the evil oven, and he was sir Eatsalot.
And I kind of want to stare at skinny jonah hill like a weird zoo exhibit lol.
Every part of me is in agreement...but mostly my vagina
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
Liz is crying about burritos again.
I'm at a bar. It's body paint Wednesday. All of the waitresses are topless. Help me
Sadly he is straight as an arrow that is designed by a robot computer from the future with lasers.
This saddens me. Mostly because I want to see the schematics on that robot.
Haha, maybe if he wasn't dressed up like Kimmy Gibler he could give her the D
I've been back for one day and I've already given two bjs. Improvement from last year.
I went to BBQ fest on Wednesday and came home wearing a different shirt, so I think I did some good damage.
Only good thing about being an essential worker is that I have a letter allowing me to cross the bridge into jersey to get booze
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