So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
party was madd awkward.. it was like every person who i sat next to in high school and never said hi to was there
and then I told him he looked like the Gordon's Fisherman dude. I don't think he thought it was funny, because he 'forgot' to pay for my beer.
he just told me about his fetish for rubbing grape jelly on his penis.
Karaoke into a bottle of boones. dear summer in alabama, glad to see you again.
on a side note you can NOT make bong water out of a pear
I already have one guy that I have regrettable sex with. I don't need another.
They left me stranded on the side of the road with a table and five gallons of water. They said it was all I really needed to survive. People are staring
You call it a hangover, I call it a baby squirrel burrowing its way out of my head.
I say I hate my boss but I find myself jerking off to him more and more with each passing day
I walked in on him jerking it to videos of UFC fighters. The most awkward part: he didn't stop when I walked in.
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
We are literally scheduling phone sex... if that's not long distance af then i don't know what is
But I think I successfully seduced her with my alias.
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