margs and chips and queso make the world go round
well and inertia
So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
and parents always said I was only motivated by money. Pfft they forgot vodka.
I wish they had a smiley of two girls making out
ah, there's nothing like waking up to picture messages of a strange man's cock. life is good.
haha, that's fucked up. flacid cock pictures are the mental breakfast of champions.
I decided that $2 and a kiss on the cheek was a great tip for the pizza girl. No one is REALLY sure how much I've have to drink.
I am self-sufficient. I puked in a wine glass and emptied it in the trash. Points for style and neatness
making a list of all the places we've peed. separate list of places we peed when we were stoned
Well, let's see..I held him while he cried for 30-40 minutes, woke up on his couch AND he gave me a ride home in his underwear. Shit show is not even the half of it.
Some poor guy found you passed out in a bathroom stall. Again with your dick out. Looks like you got to rage after all.
That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball
Wake your sexy ass up. It's donut time.
The internet is out at West Chester so I'm masturbating using my imagination. What is this, the fucking dark ages?
I've never had sex with me but I assume there are worse ways to be woken up.
Chugging this bottle of Jim at the airport is proving more difficult than I imagined. TSA is not amused.
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