I saw his package. It spoke to me.
Its way too early to be sitting naked at his dining room table...
My gaydar just like overheated and exploded watching the male figure skaters on the olympics
we went through the mcdonalds drive through and you asked for a free sample of their fries to see how you liked them.
No gym. Sooooo hung over. Just puked up the water I drank and it still has ice cubes in it.
Not even close. I woke up in the bed of Codys truck. Wrapped up in a sleeping bed, using a stuffed alligator as a pillow. And Alex was laying naked beside me. Not to mention I wasn't wearing the clothes I got there in.
I want to know him. He looks like he makes really good breakfast burritos.
Hindsight is 20/20. Or a bladder infection.
Good news. Hiccups are gone. Bad news. I had to set the bathroom rug on fire to get rid of them. Don't come home until the fire truck leaves.
Really stoned me is having a very serious, intent conversation with my mom about egg rolls and koolaid flavors.
You know what? The sex was so bad that I don't even care that I gave him strep.
Whiskey and tits go great with anything. Especially fire.
What, so now you are his nutritionist and his fuck buddy?
I seriously thought Satan had his hand up my asshole and was pulling out my soul. Never. Again.
i out mim tonsoeep
Randomize
