P.S. I can't hear my feet
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
I'm handcuffed to the toilet. Don't ask
My roommate's all sad and is crying and the chick I want to bang is in the room and Nic Cage is on fire. What the fuck.
Ye. Looking like it's about to be one of those mythical responsible weekends
Okay: Whipped cream, vodka, and a trampoline. This will either be really great, or really tragic.
Me. blonde. Sex. Dance floor.
Alright, text me when you get close. I've got a mustache and I'm ready to get my day drunk on.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
I was in the rappers prayer circle. Then they're blunt circle
Its 7am I'm awake still drunk, there is food, random clothing and road cone in my room. I can't decide if this is a failure or a success???
did i tell you guys i finally 69’d for the first time last night? just thought the group chat should know.
Probably some sort of karmic revenge for me looking at titties somewhere along the way
and for that you shall suffer
God: I won't strike you down, but I shall introduce your child to Doja Cat during a quarantine
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