I'm sorry..where i come from learning how to exploit a wealthy middle aged man is a right of passage
So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
..i think i can hear you losing your virginity
Handcuffed. To. Steering. Wheel. Fuck.
i drank out of a bidet.
Which is worse rug burn on your nipples or laying there after wondering how long you have to cuddle before you can sneak away?
He needs a high five right to the fucking mouth. With a chair. Or an atomic bomb.
I feel like i'm walking on a never-ending field of baby sheep.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
does the cute hipster in the kitchen belong to you?
if not i want to bang those glasses off his face
should we try and roll a cross joint since its good friday? you know, for jesus
I love him about as much as I'd love fucking myself with a cactus.
I just got wasted for $3.50. My life can't get any better.
We're sort of like brothers. Except with more sexual tension. And we don't look alike. Or are related.
So we're not much like brothers really.
i'm trying not to stalk him on facebook
i gave in
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