apparently my drunken alterego is a lazyeyed bisexual.
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I was to drunk to drive all the way up there, so we just had rough phone sex instead
Dude, we're at Einstein's Bagels and the dude next to us is spreading cannabutter on his bagel.
he had a blacklight sublime poster, of course i had to do him.
DID YOU JUST COME OUT THROUGH A FACEBOOK COMMENT??
We're friends with people in his circle of friends so we're half way in. It's like I've already given him a hand job.
Woke up this morning on my doorstep in a basket with a branch, a lipstick lightning bolt on my head and a sign that said "the boy who lived." i love you guys.
no you're not allowed back
come on. everbeers was a great idea. you fucks had a great night
SURVIVAL MODE. WE CAN DO THIS. Celebratory survived-working-christmas-retail sex to follow
This is what we do on Thursday nights. Spray tans, blunts and drawing pictures of cats.
Just me, my martini, and my backup Martini.
Threesomes are not as fun as you'd think. I left with a black eye and I'm not sure who's to blame.
I can't believe I'm going to buy bitcoin to pay for erection pills
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