I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
he said i look beautiful when i cum. i think i'm in love.
He kept saying that the puke outside the theater wasn't his and it was all a set up to keep him from partying with the whores. Then he passed out on the sidewalk.
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
I dont even remember coming home... All my stuff is strewn randomly around my apartment... And I woke up at 5 sitting propped up in my bed with just my arm in a shirt
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
Update... last night a man tried to bite my ear. I think he swallowed my pearl earring.
Yesterday I dumped him, went out for my birthday, hooked up with someone else, and today he still fed my cat. Living with your ex ain't so bad . . .
I jumped out of a moving car going sixty into my driveway because I had to shit so bad. It is not a good day today.
I will not get drunk on our first date. I will not get drunk on our first date. I will not get drunk on our first date.
He's ninety percent amazing leader, brother, and teacher, and ten percent unforgivable douche. These are the men I look up to in my life.
Have fun in Vegas! Be safe, use condoms, and take a pic of Jon beforehand to give out when he goes missing. It will help the police.
It's like I'm getting a welcome home parade with sex!
I only drink at bars with bathrooms big enough to have sex in.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
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