So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
My suggestion that we all just smoke some weed was greeted with a uncomfrotable silence and a 'maybe later'. These are not our people
Carry on my wayward bro, there'll be beer when you get low. lay your neon tank to rest, dont you rage no more.
Chose not to courtesy flush and the CEO huffed the result. I feel powerful.
I mean.. listen to "Put It In My Mouth" and you'll get the gist of my voicemail for you.
this place is dumb. no one understands my Sunday morning alcoholism here.
I just used my citation as a bookmark. Want a beer?
Were you seriously humming twinkle twinkle little star while cupping my balls?
Well if YOU HAVE TO KNOW, we're laying across the street from the bar on that grassy hill trying to see who's she's with at the bar.
Everyone says she blew me in the bathroom, so I believe it, I just don't REMEMBER.
Should I wear my "kiss me I'm highrish" shirt for my drug screen today?
We took three cabs to get home, the first one dropped us off a block away, so we went back to the hotel and tried again
You are, as of last night, the self declared king of pooping. Long may you reign.
i haven't seen you in two years and we have like 16 hours, all i want is cuddles, wine, and some light groping
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