took him home. told him i would rock his world. passed out. a for effort f for follow thru
We already established this. No, he did not cum on the dog.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
Also managed to rip my pants and set myself on fire. And oddly enough I'm still not ready to ask for 2010 back.
I would just watch. I wouldn't even have a boner cuz I would do so much coke. It would just be funny.
I called for backup and had two guys carry him to the shower. The bigger guy offered to wash his hair.
Out of everyone here, the sober one caught the cat on fire.
I'm just going to have crazy good sex with him until one of us developed feelings that works in the movies right?
Last night I was introduced as the Picasso of getting fucked up so I obviously had to live up to it by chugging long islands
I'm pretty happy on the couch eating Popeyes and watching Cops so if I go over there you better have drugs left
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
You know when your cat drags a dead bird into the the house as a present and drops it at your feet looking all pleased because it thinks you'll be pleased? That's what sex with him was like.
Had a dream we were competing for tomatos.
You are now at the point where people no longer question whether or not you might be on drugs. They now know for certain that you are
My life is in shambles. Just made a grilled cheese in the microwave on a hot dog bun
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