This is not a drunk text right now. This is an i want your dick text. There is a difference.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
He just compared himself to a majestic butterfly in regards to the lack of girlfriends. i don't even know what to say.
like he said he was barking at you while cumming in your face
currently taking a solo cab to the strip club at 1 in the morning. this is healthy.
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
Leaving my wallet at work and not going out to drink tonight...SIGN FROM THE UNIVERSE.
He had to put the child locks on the windows so you would stop screaming at random boys
Oh and apparently something happened that was related to "THIS IS SPARTA" but no one will tell me what I did.
So I'm going to blame my boobs hurting on that.
It's cool dude. The dank is in the form of premade smores with honey grahm crackers, marshmallow cream and 420 brand choc. bars. NV weed laws have nothing on me.
Ever since we've gotten back together, it's like the ghosts of booty call's past have been hitting me up. Lol.
I WOULD SERIOUSLY RECOMMEND THE SHIT THAT I AM ON RIGHT NOW
I encourage you to ignore feeling. Drinking more helps
There is a reason my most meaningful relationship since 2012 has been with Duracel...
Aiming to get laid tonight but if it falls thru I'm either gonna make a mixtape for my sugar daddy or sew a teddy bear for his newborn
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