i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
his text ended with ... everyone knows dot dot dot equals infer sexy time
well, atleast the road to alcoholism is fun.
This concert is like a reunion of all my bad sex.
i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
I learned an important lesson this weekend.... I'm way to good at sex to travel for it. From now on he drives here...
Yes I hit her with my car. Yes I gave her a ride home. And yes she gave me her number. What's the problem?
I raided the fridge drunk the same time dad was eating breakfast
I posted her number in the m4m casual encounters area of Craigslist.
I guess her always saying "gay men love me!" will finally get put to the test.
What part of drinking with my mom makes you think i'd get naked
All of it
Any chance I can buy my dignity back with $45?
I just found a contact in my phone named "Sam 'it Won't Fit' Wilson". No clue when or where it came from....
My booty call fought through ice and a foot of snow to get here. He brought booze, food, and cigarettes for three days. My vagina is the greatest motivator of all time.
Some guy named spider just bought me 5 shots
apparently i ended up downloading "thats amore", giving him head, and singing it... all at the same time
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