whatever. i fb stalked him and his pic comments are witty. so i'm going for it.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
I guess the cop knew i was on a walk of shame and felt bad...i got to play with the siren the rest of the way home
When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.
Idk, it's Grover wearing a sombrero. Do I need a reason?
Bad news. I lost my teeth. Good news. I can still take a guy home sans teeth.
The pregnant Hooters waitress told me to "make good choices".
The night started going downhill when I set my foot on fire.
The dumpster is full of naked people swimming. I'm going to join.
and then she started to quack like a duck and u started throwing bread at her
If it's up to me, I'll already have my pants on and walking out before he gets soft afterward.
It was fine until they started lighting shots of everclear on fire and making ME take them. That's when shit went down...
we all thought you were asleep. he found you an hour later sitting outside in the snow lighting a bowl, singing the CatDog theme song, and hugging a box a Franzia.
I don't trust a bar IN TENNESSEE that doesn't have Jack Daniels.
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.
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