i also lived with a crackhead that i refered to as count crackula. he had a pet rotty with some kind of anal infection that gave him a baboon ass. was disgusting. his place was right next to the broken down truck lol
i also lived with a crackhead that i refered to as count crackula. he had a pet rotty with some kind of anal infection that gave him a baboon ass. was disgusting. his place was right next to the broken down truck lol
21 was an awesome year. I finished college, landed an awesome internship in NYC, got a great job and got my first place (that I was paying for, anyways).
I don't regret doing or not doing a thing that year.
not sell my duplax in so cal...would of been fucking paid by now...screwed myself out a few hundred thousand...
left the girl i was dating so i would never of married her
well thats always true till u get genital warts or herp, then u got a regret. if i was charlie sheen id regret only fucking 4000 chicks when i could have went for 5. pussy is an endless cycle of regret about not gettin enough
I regret not spending more time with my father and not hurrying the fuck up with my tests to graduate so I could have gotten my PhD sooner and not be in a funk.... but mostly time with dad....