We fucked twice, I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and came back to him playing "Your Body is A Wonderland" on his guitar naked in my bed.
I told him I had my daily dose of vitamin c so i wouldn't blow him
I feel like dying is the new "adopt an african baby"
glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling from '98 totally make blowing him more romantic.
Please, do not let 'babydaddy' catch on as your petname for me.
He gave me a book last time I slept there. Im beginning to feel like a really weird hooker. Like instead of money he gives me random shit he has lying around. like hamburger buns
I've been living off of popsicles and broth.
you said you wanted to feel how much my penis weighed for educational purposes
I need a therapist, but moreover we are going to be really drunk.
Dude, she got "I party too much" skinny. She looks like a recovering drug addict.
You get home ok?
Uh, you stopped by my house at 4 am and woke me up, so yeah.
I'm not entirely sure how getting 'house drunk' turned into us getting trashed, being serenaded by karaoke and going out. But it needs to happen again.
They're fighting and it sounds intense. Cross your fingers for their demise
Toss in some raw meat and play heavy metal music. It will insight violence.
I'm in too deep with Breaking Bad. I realized I've altered my Tinder likes to people that either look like Jesse or work in a school's Science department.
All I ever do is give guys anxiety problems and flaccid penises.
Randomize
