It was all fun and games until Tim shit on the end table
Just found my car keys in your throw-up.
what started as sign language exam pre-drinks to calm the nerves turned into me waving at a deaf woman for 20 minutes
I had this image of some guy in a taco truck down by the IMA accosting you for a peep show.
Priorities: waking up on your doorstep desperately clutching half a meatball marinara but with no sign of your keys, purse or housemate. Where are you?!
Solid teamwork gives us a good shout of both bringing home trophy cougs
Yea there's blood all over the porch but we wont have to buy alcohol for the rest of the week
Multiple bruises and a hell of a headache later, I have still to find out where the fuck I picked up the bottom half of a mannequin.
All I've succeeded in doing since I saw you is drool on my shoulder
I faked an orgasm during phone sex last night. This relationship is starting to become real.
If there's one thing I learned yesterday, it's that if I really wanted to I could be mayor of Toronto.
You know just a typical night. Eating peanut butter off of tablespoons and having sex to our favorite Christmas carols. This is my favorite time of year.
I sent you a snap of me in the bath, and you sent me a snap of a taco. An actual taco.
I don't have any soul left to be crushed.
Did I honestly think it was a good idea to wear my pink robe out in public at 2 in the morning ?
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