vaguely remember the bartender stopping me outside last night so he could pull the duct tape out of my hair
He took me by the hand and ordered me to make him vodka soup.. I think I like him?
Call me when you get off. I have stories about black lesbians in jail begging to braid my hair...
Thanks, college. Tonight's decisions brought to you by margs in a nalgene.
I just got my hands on some dry ice. How do you feel about coming home to a mystical wizard toilet?
The shit I just took made me regret every life decision leading up to it.
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
are you putting in a lot of effort today like appearance wise
I am taking my rightful place as emperor of the undead appearance wise
Should probably stop going into the gas station to look for the most normal person to hitch a ride with to drive me to a party
It's something you'd find in the room outside of Ben Carson's sex dungeon
For a second I thought that you were becoming a decent person again. I am glad I was wrong.
The single life is the freaking dream dude. I'm sitting here naked, eating chocolate mousse, and watching Gilmore girls. It's wonderful
I was the only one in group sessions to bring up sex as a stress reliever. Some of those people were awfully judgy despite the fact we were all in a psych ward.
Once again I let my vagina make the decisions...that and vodka :(
The weirdest part of it all was wondering if I was going to take off his fanny pack or he was before we fucked
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