how are pickles made is in the google history again... why do you always wonder that, and forget the answer?
So apparently when I was 2, I went around drinking everybody's beer at some wedding, then passed out in a corner....
This explains a lot.
I hate the hobo that sits outside our building
Joe or Chris?
do i even wanna kno y u kno their names?
well i came home drunk one night and Chris offered me a beer as i was coming in, it was kinda weird but i wasn't goin to deny a free beer. you're proolly talkin about Joe though, he's the one with the fucked up eye.
The only thing worse than listening to you two fuck all night was waking up and smelling bacon and there not being any left.
i don't even remember going to get food. i think i got gas too.
And he was super vague about his life, it was frustrating. I totally boned a homeless guy, didn't I?
I really need to stop drunk texting. My one night stand just agreed to go roller skating.
My little brother just suggested we drink the rest of the vodka because it's raining. My job is complete.
For once I want to have sex without having to google the after effects of it.
And. I know i am a gay man cause when i saw the pic of his cock his feet were in it and i am like what the fuck?
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
Why aren't you two playing Dora the explorer with each other's genitals yet?
How are you feeling?
I mean, shattered dignity aside, not bad.
i woke up this morning put my hand under the pillow and there was a banana there
we f'd six times
f'd?
its sunday, i cant say fucked
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