yeah. and then it was like the room of requirement. the elevator just opened for our threesome.
Just threw up off a chairlift. my life is now complete.
I'm so hungover I took Dramamine to help prevent the motion sickness of walking.
she carries around a jar of peanut butter. "just in case".
just walk of shamed past a man riding a bike. RIDING A BIKE. what a wholesome life he must lead.
the only thing keeping me going right now is the knowledge that in 2 hours i'll be drunk at the circus.
I feel I should make it clear.....I'm not stalking you, I'm stalking ur dick. You don't even need to talk when you get here. At 4am I think we'd both prefer that anyway.
yeah the little voice in my head screaming YOU NEED TO GET LAID eventually grew legs and started kicking me so to avoid brain damage i had to fuck him
Tonight, a friend walked in and said "oh look at that. Drunk on the living room floor. Just as expected." this is my life. This is my life.
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
How long can I keep it classy to hook up in my old office building? Two more years? Does it get weird after 30?
Me hangover (as projected). That sounds like a plan. Ill do it for Mexico
We played 2 very competitive games of Jenga and then fucked our brains out... BEST. RELATIONSHIP. EVER.
There's a hole in our hallway wall. Don't hate me. I'll fix it. It's only about the size of a beach ball. I promise to never scale walls in our apartment ever again. Don't hate me. I love you.
and eventually we just all took our pants off
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