Dear everyone that texted me last night wondering where i was. i ended up face down blacked up drunk before i made it to the party. My bad
He's so far in the closet he's in Narnia
Watching NYC prep. Doing a shot everytime one of these d-bags flips his hair. I give it 10 minutes before alcohol poisoning set in.
He threw a goldfish cracker into my toilet and then proceeded to laugh for 32 minutes. I timed it.
I woke up to the bathroom door of steak n shake hitting me in the face at 4 in the morning...
i love beer. I convinced myself that I'm going to ace the exam tomorrow. I can't even do that when I actually study.
I just feel like I should give it a rest. I'm too old to be drinking bottles of grey goose and falling into koi ponds.
So I did end up texting him last night... I asked him how he felt about haircuts... not sure where I was going with that one?
How was the party last night?
I'm dangerously close to shitting myself.
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
Just walked past the field playing Jesus music with a fanny pack full of condoms and beer. Happy Sunday.
she was concerned about my dick piercings.
I think it's getting serious, we started a jigsaw puzzle together.
You’ll lick BBQ off my cock but no ketchup on a hotdog?
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