You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
Umm. Any where really. Alcohol and boobs. Those are the requirements.
I think I have internal bruising from those poses we were doing last night. My own ribs hurt me. I don't understand.
oh awks just saw the head of medical staff who I punched the bottle of wine at
so I was at the house for 3min to grab my bathing suit & tequila. You know, the go-to weekend combination
See this is what happens when we don't have sex everyday
he's speaking broken english and calling me isaac.. this is not the australian i ordered for a one nighter
I want to be ashamed of the things we do this weekend
Florida has a way of just fucking with a person's soul and jizzing all over their hopes and dreams. Like existential bukkake.
His hands kept asking for sex, but all I could think was "dude, this is going to ruin my high".
I just dried my bra with your hair straightener because the drier is broken again.
as much as I don't like snorting drugs, I would totally be fine with someone doing a line off my ass. that's just a whole new up
30-degree weather + Metal Cockring Monday = really hard to pee.
Also fuck yeah conspiracy
At least he uses his lack of impulse control for chaotic good instead of chaotic evil
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