this is amy. the small petlike person from the womens bathroom at the reef.
It's sad because pictures are supposed to say a thousand words, and theirs just say 'fat'
idk what id do withouhrh yoy btro
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
she found out just an hour ago that she might have cervical cancer. either way we're watching 50/50 and taking a shot of patron anytime anyone says cancer.
I'd say it's a shame and a disservice to the world that we can't stay drunken shitshows to infinity
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
Somewhere between the 30 minutes of cunnilingus, the improvised song about the Olympics, and the super thoughtful shower beer... I knew I married the right guy
I can only use one eye at a time. And if I want to listen, I have to close both of them.
So he got the TA job but i told him its not official until we have a quickie on his desk. He offered to break into his office. He doesnt start until this fall.
i just added a shot of fireball to my iced coffee. goodbye sobriety.
Ate his Chinese food and drank his beer and played with his chihuahua. All while wrapped in a towel while he was sleep.
NO ITS THAT IM A SEXUAL DEVIANT AND CANT FILTER MYSELF
He just turned down phone sex for hockey and I'm so relieved I'm fucking a straight guy that I'm barely even mad
I'm gonna ask his dad. Weed trumps broken heart any day.
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