it was like his penis was on wheels.
so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
I love how its suddenly "not all about sex" now that he can't get it up
I'm drinking keystone with a homeless man I found. It's making me feel uncomfortable.
Dude its so hot it my room I can't jack off. Its gonna be a long summer.
I'm home and safer than post-menopausal sex; you're welcome for the image. And yes, I did just use a semi-colon hammered.
I'm pretty sure you thought I could absorb alcohol through my dress
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
We have 10 gallons of home brew. And james has an amazonian blow dart weapon that sticks in bags and the wall. Come over
Dude, you spit in your shirt pocket saying "I'm saving it for later" then dove head first into the pyramid of beer cans we set up.
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
We need to get fucked up again and play games like "save the tequila but dodge the knife"
Weird thing is that's not the first time I've been felt up by a Santa. Happens every year
She's chasing the cat around the house hitting it with a cardboard sword yelling "there can be only one!"
If it makes you feel any better I almost got kicked out of the bar for yelling "enjoy your celebratory incest"
I love you.
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