So I just watched the Lakers/Magic game so I could have something to talk about with him after we have sex this time
only if we run a train.
done.
he thought i was passed out so he proceeded to jerk off while i lay on the floor next to him
so my doctor just swabbed my throat, and he looked up in suprise when i had no gag reflex. yea, he just judged me.
i don't remember it, but i know we had sex because my stuffed animals were facing the wall
i was focused on more important things... like standing, and not spilling my beer
nothing like Chinese food and masturbating on a Saturday night
2pm: Breaking news alert: I think I'm finally sober. Oh, and that place needs hotter strippers.
Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone.
2nd fun fact: he has a square tan line around his dick.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I hooked up with Spider-Man on the hood of Santas car. I kept saying that he could shoot his web at me. Also I found Waldo. Overall good night.
I knew I was in for a long night after I filled the empty pinata carcass with beer, bit off the top of one of it's legs and used it as a beer bong.
I miss you and I miss your weed. Come home.
Grandpa just whipped it out and started pissing on the way to the game stuck in traffic. I saw EVERYTHING. :(
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