I don't even remember his name...i'm just gonna save it as birthday sex
i just heard a guy call his kid "Google" in a way that leads me to believe that's his name. this day couldn't get worse.
I just puked into a plastic bag at a red light. Go me.
she's throwing things again.. almost stabbed herself in the eye with a fork.
The last thing I remember was talking about the economic viability of cock ring manufacturing... we had some good ideas
At least I know she didn't hear me crawl to my room. Or did I walk on my hands? Fuck if I know.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
Why doesn't he get that I would rather give him blow jobs than be in a relationship?
Nothing says thanksgiving like acid flashbacks
Cleaning my pipe and using the left over resin solution to make THC laced rolling papers and a jar of hash oil/honey for my tea
WE USE THE WHOLE BUFFALO
I slapped him but he didn't wake up. He just nuzzled my head, hugged me closer, and smiled.
Man. Apparently I blacked out between the 4th margarita and my air mattress. Asleep in my jeans at 10pm. Mom outdrank me again.
The sex definitely would have been a perk. But not sitting in a ditch was what I was going for...
dude new orleans is fucking wild these two guys just performed dueling banjos except they were actually fighting with the banjos
"I mean like shit happens" should never be an excuse for anything
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