so my class lasted 15 minutes this morning because this kid puked all over himself..only at radford
i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
I'll wind up on his doorstep with a confused "oh you live here" expression, a feigned ankle injury and a seemingly fortunately placed bottle of tequila. I don't care what it takes: HIS MOUTH WILL BE ON MOUTH.
You dont realize corn stalks will cut until you run from the cops through a corn field.
Is it bad that I see a party full of girls I know he has fucked as a challenge for me to be the one who ends up in his bed?
That's what you get for dating construction workers you meet in tunnels.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
Look at all the pictures I have of us sucking on jello syringes.
I fell asleep on the floor again. i dont want help, just a pillow. its kind of nice down here.
He left me alone in a hotel room my last night in town to go home to jerk off and watch TV. So yeah, I guess we're not really friends.
There's hope in those eyes, for a better tomorrow or more cocaine, we may never know, but there's hope.
It’s 830 am and the amount of Valentine’s Day snaps I’ve already seen makes me either want to vom, drink a bottle of wine, or buy chocolate
1000% No lie I was just looking on insta and was thinking about taking a bottle of wine to the face..
Just fell down the stairs..might wanna call the ambulance jus take the weed out of my pocket be4 they come..
And on the 323rd day without sex, God finally said let there be light...or love?
I watched one of the videos of you hanging from the rafters, and it is both violent and sexual in nature.
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