I just know... :) goodntight
Whoops, meant "goodnight", but the other is true too.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
She told me she cured her bulemia by popping hydrocodone after she ate. that way she would be rewarded for not puking. I like the way she thinks
maybe next time you shouldn't be drinking alone watching intervention at 3 am and no one would think you needed an intervention.
The last thing I remember was talking about the economic viability of cock ring manufacturing... we had some good ideas
this may be my drink champagne alone in a bbaby pool in the dark night
constantly striving to make life awkward and more complicated, one drunk bone at a time.
its 4am. im standing over him in my bed eating chinese food, on the phone with dan trying to convince him to break up with his gf. whoredom.
A drawer in my room has nothing but a large feather quill, a wine glass, and a 15" Bowie knife. If you could put my life in a drawer I think that would be it.
I seriously want to say to him "Do you know how many blow jobs you could have gotten this summer?"
I threw up in a pringles can. how do you think my night went.
a homeless man let us know that my friend was asleep in the bushes outside my house on main street. So just a small get together.
All I want for Christmas is my co-worker's speakerphone to be thrown against a brick wall, and the remains burned in a backyard fire while I roast a hot dog over it. Is that so much to ask?
In all the years we have had drunk sex, have we ever done it in a bed?
My professor just said irregardless, get me out of here
I guess he's ir-illiterate
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