hey im gonna send you a picture of my dinner
if its a picture of your dick again we are no longer friends
I think we should make Neil Patrick Harris a permanent part of our role playing.
His mom walked into the kitchen smiling, made a scotch on the rocks, hit my bong, and told us goodnight enthusiastically. He's suddenly more appealing to me.
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
I've been living off of popsicles and broth.
She slapped his drink out of his hand to get him to leave the bar while he and I were having an intense debate about the lyrics to mmmbop
You told me my blanket felt like ground beef.
I have what looks like a rubber stamp mark on my cock from last night that says "Magic Marla Approved" Do we know a Marla?
Nothing like the judgmental looks you get in the bathroom when you still have last night's glowsticks on
I need a life alert for his random dick pics. My heart can't handle that.
i'll talk to you in three hours when you've stopped foaming at the mouth and your eyes have rolled back into place
you're welcome to come here, except my beds from ikea so it's more unstable than i am
Rebounding with her sister was the best idea i ever had.
that sounds horrible...
what could possibly go wrong attempting to re-enact the dinosaur capture scene from Jurrasic Park... I have the net gun and camcorder you have the dino costume and can run
There is an episode of "how it's made" on tv right now. The subject is tequila and water beds. Basically my life.
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