literally had 100 drinks last night.
im gay
i know
yea but for you.
I think I saw a glimmer of recognition, but she must not have been able to make me out through all of her whorishness.
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
my mom walked in on me smoking weed alone, listening to the eagles, and just staring at the river. she totally knew.
Theres just something about looking at pictures of your dick in church that doesn't feel right
I have yet found the courage to put pants on. No judgement thursday led to no shower friday and now no pants saturday. God i miss college.
How did "just two beers for happy hour" turn into naked backyard wrestling?
Nothing is better than seeing someone you fucked go to the Olympics. I feel so American.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
Going through my bras is like traveling back in time through my past hookups and relationships....
well that's what you get for sleeping with a guy called 'the defiler'
I think I'm just gonna exercise my lungs and fingers. With bong hits and crochet. BECAUSE I AM A REAPONSIBLE ADULT DAMMIT!!
I picked up a towel, and butt beads fell out of it.
Oh yeah... Surprise!
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