trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
I just took a dump by candlelight. I feel like a pilgrim.
sex in a ball pit. and I thought ghandi did great things.
I mean we've tried to get high on nutmeg, we clearly dont know the definition of "too far"
Currently coming up with judgment, the game. Works well on buses, will probably be more entertaining in bars.
I am literally sitting on the toilet in utter disbelieve that last night even happened. My god that was only Monday.
I woke up and they were watching power rangers in japanese so I just found my bra and left
Drugs are gluten free tho, right?
Apparently hitting a bong with your mouth half numb is hilarious but frustrating!
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
He said I could stop sending ass pics now and just say hello. I'm not sure if that means he's no longer interested, or that he's a gentleman??
starting to feel like a fuck wizard with a magical sixth sense for people fucking.
He was imitating a sprinkler when he started puking. Hence- vomit sprinkler. Some people just can't handle their tequila
He motorboated me, gave me a business card congratulating me on my motorboat, then disappeared into the night.
Find him and marry him.
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