We were so bored at work tonight that we were in dry storage taking turns pouring the boxed wine we use for cooking into each others' mouths. I think I'm starting to understand the "problem" aspect of "drinking problem."
he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
i cant finish this easy-mac because i need it for a chaser.
oh well at that point I was already depressed with life because I had watched the bratz movie.
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
strippers are much less mysterious after you sleep with them
Yeah, half my ass was burnt and I was missing a shoe. I'm blaming you for the shoe.
VODKAVODKAVODKAYESSSS
I have fireworks and redbull; let's make heart attack inducing magic happen.
Oh boom. You're officially Dr Phil. I need to have sex that I actually remember participating in.
Lost feeling in my face, my shoe and had a nose bleed. That's not wings. Fuck red bull.
no it was not a "magical experience". After we dropped, he just sat there staring at my laptop going "apple makes beautiful things".
I just want to slap everyone in the face that's happy being sober. Loser.
conclusion from last night: i should wear boob glitter more often
my dad walked in on me peeing into the trashcan in our kitchen last night at like 2am. wtf
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