sooo i think when i get back from rothbury i should probably take a pregnancy test
but you would be showing by now. i'd just save the money and wait for a large crap in 6 months that starts crying. then you'll know.
his status popped up and said 'probably going to jail.' it took everything i had not to press the like button
i was drunk enough to give the cab driver my number when he said "you talk like you like guys"
he told me it was nice to see me not blacked out mumbling to myself in the front seat, I told him it was nice to see him not in handcuffs.
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
i'll llet you know if at any point this night starts to make any sense
He left his boxers here. Can I keep them and make a shrine or would that be creepy?
It was like in the Christmas carol when the guy pulls his robe back and 2 small children appear... except this time it was a massive scrotum
What part of a retired stonemason dealing with your rock hard cock does not sound like you have the wrong number ?
what i'd really like is a nice helping of naked boyfriend with a side of naked boyfriend.
It's a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
Do you ever get high and look at your cat and feel like you know them on an intellectual level?
Dude is PACKING. And yes I am holding up a cross and holy water and hissing like a pissed off goose.
Why do all my exes just become Tom Hanks in Castaway?
That's a fantastic question. And an odd set of criteria to meet if wanting to date you.
So, I think think I left my underwear at your house. Well...not exactly your house but your roof.
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