Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
puked in the new hous. now it's officially home.
i just funneled a beer through a mask n snorkel.. can you check that off my bucket list..
She still cant shoot whiskey?
Im having serious doubts about this relationship
five cans of playdoh and a game of guess whose penis ...
I found him in the kitchen singing German metal into a banana while simultaneously mixing brownie batter. He didn't have any pants on.
I appreciate alcohol much more now that I have to be sober sometimes
I'm not even the least bit surprised that I whored myself out for tiramisu
I'm chasing my vodka with snickers.
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
I don't know which is worse, the fact that his name is Kevin or the fact that he has a pornstache.
We all just got ice cream, condoms, and toilet paper now were gonna go home and watch movies as a family.
Condoms?
i woke up and couldnt remember who was in my bed and it was so dark.. i rolled over and started kissing him and feeling his face because hey... if the blind can see like that.. maybe i could too
I can't dude. Last time I was there, I blew the bartender in the bathroom at last call.
That confirms what we've all known all along. I'm a bad gay. I have no fashion sense.
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