Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
No subtext here. People are naked.
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
how did we start talking about space blow jobs?
Your engaged. Stop telling guys you will sit on their face. They don't always know your kidding.
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
We found him sitting in a beach chair in the basement storage room passed out. Idk if we should move him or pass the bowl around.
My chest hair is, as we speak, arching upward to embrace my neck beard. The union will be a storied one.
We were pulling the glow sticks off of him and he just kept yelling, "my bones! You're taking my bones!" and asking me if I was on the crew team
So you're on like a list there now..."Do not under any circumstances give this person a knife. Serve them in plastic cups ONLY"
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
I showed him my machete and then we made out in the kitchen
are you drinking tonight?
I have an exam tomorrow
so yes.
Jesus fuck. I just hit on him in front of the whole fire department. They hit the sirens and told us to get a room. FML. I can never go back to that fire station again...
Sorry I can't pick up... thought process is fine but too stoned to form words.
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