It was still light ouot when we were walking up Pier Ave and she kept asking if she could suck my nipples.
I kind of wish I was already fat. So I could eat all I want and not worry about getting fat. Cause I'd already be at that point.
we saw you sitting at the door of the dorm trashed, wrapped in DANGER tape with a stolen balloon around your wrist
and I was crying with the towel lady in the bathroom of the bar about the tragedy in Haiti. Then we hugged before I left and I gave her 10 dollars.
I made a google map for "places I got blow jobs"
I hope making "real" money at your "real" job is worth it because you totally missed beer and dorrito mac n cheese tuesday.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I just need to go to a bar tonight wrapped in an American flag singing the national anthem
I'm at your house, laying with your dog, eating taco meat, take your time.
As I was about to fuck him, he requested a moment of silence for Leonard Nimoy.
All I got was pictures of my boss and dicks. So, that was the end of snapchat.
There is a cooked ham in the washing machine.
sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.
When the nurses wouldn't let him smoke in the hospital he decided to just roll around on the floor.
I’m sorry, some of us common-folk don’t have access to steady dick
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