I'll let you put expensive food in me, but really, not much else.
i just google imaged poop.
so i woke up this morning covered in mail. none of it is mine.
you kept talking about how hot andy milinakis is and the things you would do with him. no more tequila from him.
No flights in Europe due to the volcano erupting. God himself is telling me to spend 4.20 in Amsterdam.
so are you any less fat since you started doing blow?
We uncovered another pile of vomit after you left. And i am not talking about the one in the vase
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
she vomitted in her champagne, said "fuck it, it's new years", and continued drinking.
That one dude should feel honored if he were to get herpes from you. Fuck that Guy. He is a herpe.
We're like adult pinky and the brain when they decided that taking over the world is unrealistic so they aim lower by trying to get drunk every day.
omg sorry but i tried to stop you when you were at your drunk limit but i took my eyes off you for like 2 seconds and you suddenly appeared with hard liquor in both hands for yourself and downed them and it was downhill from there
I'm content with our "friends with accidental benefits" situation.
I'm laying backwards. On the stairs. Eating carrots. And drinking from a captain Morgan bottle.
I'm wearing men's underwear
I don't know what to do with that information...
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