we're blogging at a bar
hows that letter of apology to the waitress at waffle house coming?
he stopped making out with me and said "can I make you grilled cheese? I feel like I owe YOU something"
high. he's playing 'oops i did it again' on the ukelele. is this real life?
I just watched her pee in a trashcan, im still probably going to fuck her, what does that say about my standards
I don't remember anything but yelling at the ref in Spanish.
It's just one of those nights that , as long as you have the drugs, everything is going to be alright.
When did I go from having sugar daddies to being one? And does it count as a tax write off?
gona look into getting a tetanus booster and carrying an adrenaline shot...its going off this weekend
I'm not worried. All I have to do is not be the drunkest painter at 8:00. Golden.
you sternly forced jackson to start preheating the oven around midnight so you could make bagels in the morning
you were serious about those bagels
I know, it's just the worst. Also, security almost took the burrito I brought for lunch. I thought I was going to have to pull a Liz Lemon and eat the whole thing before I could go through.
I woke to him laying in the floor puking in a shoe. So I guess we had a good night.
I wish I could send you one of those donuts I had. Like teleport it to you. Because it would change your life
Plus we had to have sex before the game because there is a good chance we won’t be speaking for the rest of the week. #ironbowl
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