And now we have yet another reason to never travel to Detroit
Well, he sent me "techno kitty adventure" about 10 minutes ago. So, he could be anywhere.
Then he showed me his sketchbook. Every drawing was a hand in different 'fingering positions'. Dear JESUS.
We made a water bong out of a wine bottle... Being an architect major finally payed off.
There are several different types of life sentences in my purse right now.
We just laid there in bed together, petting his dick and repeating, "IT FEELS LIKE VELVET!!!"
Honestly I will go to church for him, I will even try to quit smoking for him. But his dick is not worth losing alcohol. He sure as fuck isn't taking away our wine nights.
Champagne pong turned into an expensive and painful experience.
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Take your time. I'm mowing the lawn. In the dark. Drunk.
You spent the whole night conversing with your zombie poster, so I'd say you were pretty far gone.
Her cat was breathing in my ear all night, like that kid from Hey Arnold.
When I woke up this morning I swear my mouth tasted like dick and rolaids.
honestly if there were pictures of last night i would be embarrassed.... im embarrassed without pictures
When we started the night I was in zebra wedges & she was in my black boots... I woke up wearing pink flip flops & the mirror on my rental is fuxked up. Wtf happened last night?
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