the star wars geek is hitting on me, and is talking about his lightsaber. need back up NOW
I recorded his drunk dial calls. My personal favorite was the one that began, "grab the bull by the horns and fuck his cock."
Pants on the Ground is the theme song of my life
so how was last night?
got high and had our usual talk about the definition of cole slaw. then tried to call the ramen noodle company and convince them why my face should be on thier packages.
We made a late night liquor run, made margaritas and bloody marys and then retreated to opposite sides of the house to drink them. Alone.
You guys make me sad
You misspelled jealous there
I'm glad you trust me to be your sex stat keeper.
At least drunk me was smart enough to stash toilet paper in my bag before I started my walk home. Finally countless squat pees and wiping with grass taught me to be prepared.
I'm still not walking right. We need some boundaries for "drink-or-dare"...
Out of beer. Salsa pong. Never again.
The only thing that made me get out of bed this morning was knowing that tonight, I don't plan on remembering what happened today
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
I just got peed on. This karma circle is starting to get vicious.
Boobs are out for the taking
How is your new roommate working out
We are drinking at the laundromat. And will probably have sex later. So...pretty good.
Does anyone remember last night? Because I still don't know why I now own a goldfish and a ceiling fan made of pizza?
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