I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
this is amzing! feels like my body is having sex with its surroundings!
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
I did the seizure Bad Romance dance again last night, didn't I?
you were really good actually. your skill is increasing over time
you just kept bragging about how there was a "pretty large" chance that you had pooped on the same toilet as George Clooney
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
I found your knife. It was stuck in my bedroom ceiling.
Well there is another shower in Nov. So I have three months to figure out how to get some drunk space fucking. May need some of your mead
Currently at a fetish club with a set of swings (don't ask). Having flashbacks to the park by my house
You know we have no secrets, right? I mean, you saw me shitting in a gift bag drunk and naked on Christmas eve.
I climbed out of the shower to him sitting on the floor trimming his pubes with nail clippers, we both just started laughing at how drunk we were
Oh my god I haven't had mozzarella sticks since I banged that Applebee's waiter
Hi. Tara tells me your sandwiches and stamina are substantial
All I wanted was a couple of orgasms before work, is that too much to ask?!
He sided with his father, so I slashed his tires. I’d say that’s a fair trade.
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