Bed time. Peace.

That’s right.  

Front. Can’t spell “buy”.

To back. Can’t spell “some” either.

My life at 3 in the AM.

I actually farted in it.

This is what happens when I drink my best friend/roommate’s OJ.

Ralph Gibson

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My children will love me.

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I just pooped my pants a bit.

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I can’t sleep.  

I need sex. And weed. In all honesty.

Fucking 666

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Best part about owning your own place: 

Walking around butt naked without a care in the world.

untitled by Monica Forss on Flickr.

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I wish I could remember the name of this photographer. 

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