So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
life lesson# 3: saying thank you on a subway really means "im not a native new yorker, so please feel free to touch my ass"
hmm. interesting. explain how you came across this knowledge.
i sneezed. he said bless you. i said thank you. he groped. i again said thank you.
May or may not have just drunkenly opened my christmas presents. Greatly disappointed. Might break up sooner.
I was just expressing concern for your pickle consumption.
gave him road head on the way to his grandparents house. purposely didn't let him finish, the sexual tension over turkey was indescribable.
THERE IS A GOAT THERE IS A GOAT IN MY BED IT IS EATING MY THONG WHAT DID YOU DO
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
Apparently when your theatre teacher asks who the best actor of our time is, Nicolas Cage is not the right answer.
I am one with the molecules
bullshit you weren't drunk, you pointed at me and said my cigarette was empty
I need a life alert for his random dick pics. My heart can't handle that.
Okay, yeah, judgmental guy at 7/11. I'm buying g wine at 10:20 in the morning. You wanna fight about it?
She was wearing a grass skirt and a watermelon bra. WATERMELONS.
Good news! Blood’s flowing!
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