East Village: Only place you can play pac man while eating a pineapple hotdog, go to the bar next door and see a graphic blowjob on every tv
i recognized the place by the puke stain i left on the pool table when i hooked up with his roommate.
My vagina is scared and excited at the same time. It might not be able to sleep tonight.
I joined a mariachi band. they gave me a guitar because i told them i could play. It actually turned out ok
They kicked me out of the mariachi band. Turns out I'm not that good
want the rest of his teeth to fall out while he slowly dies alone. Pretty sure I'm to the anger phase.
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
He only dropped the Russian accent after we started having sex.
For someone only wearing socks and a cast, I felt reallyy overdressed
It'd probably just be a lot of profanity and hyperventilation and deteriorating into tears anyways
so just a regular conversation then
I woke up completely naked with the exception of my leg warmers. Last night must have been interesting.
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
Bill says he deeply regrets the incident with the soda bottle
Think i may just have managed the saddest high-five in history. Finished a sudoku and high-fived myself, then looked around for somebody to high five. there was noone. forever alone.
Apparently we fucked, I kicked him out, then he came back and we did it on the coffee table and in the kitchen.
So I tried to catch a rabbit in Terraria & accidentally blew it up with a grenade made of bees. Monty Python would be proud.
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