I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
We need to start having sex underwater more often.
Party at my house. Liquor pinata. Your presence is required.
Trying to figure out when's a good time to take acid and not tell anyone and see how long it takes people to notice
Blacked in riding a tandem bicycle with a stranger. We stopped for hot dogs.
I think my new low is running outside in a towel to pet a particularly fluffy looking squirrel and projectile vomiting off the balcony.
There's an old guy having a conversation with his penis in the bathroom right now.
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
He showed me his night stand drawer...it has one too many sex things in it.
Exactly how many...is TOO many?
i wore a power symbol belly button ring just so i can drunkenly tell him that he turns me on. i dont care if it works i think its classy
went to their party, left halfway through to fuck a pledge, came back to keep drinking. I think everyone won.
You turn 21 at midnight!
This is better than being born!!
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
You can't honestly expect me to maintain an erection when you have the Glen Beck show on
Last night I recall my hair going up in flames. This is evident by the burnt hair smell that is following me around this morning
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