Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
I just bought 1/2 a fifth of vodka out of an old school baby carriage from a homeless man. Gotta love this city.
He ran five blocks just to watch me and my best friend make out. I think he's a keeper.
sleeping in bed with your booty calls married sister...you're the stuff heroes are made of.
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
I'm tellin ya, let the nipple get some air, they'll hire u on the spot, lawyers love a little nip
my human sexuality class is the only class where the porn i watch the night before is relevant to the discussion the next day
But wait then while giving his drive thru order he goes in mid sentence, "Hey baby it's Travis remember me?"
I just realized I'm currently not eating carbs, drinking alcohol or having sex. 2014 is off to a horrible start.
I know but we're going to blackout city so it'll probably be warm there
not sure if destroying him emotionally was worth it but damn it's a fucking hilarious story
also I was promised more toga parties by popular media
this is a PSA to never have sex in a bed from ikea
dude igloo, 4 foot bong, and 3 grams of blue dream. will you be my eskimo buddy?
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
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