To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Nevermine. I'm just going to tell you on Myspace with a glitter graphic.
Lesson learned: don't hide your vodka in your little brothers toy box.
my little sister told my dad she found willy wonka's golden ticket in the backseat of my car. now my dad knows my boyfriend uses magnums.
I've come to notice a late period isn't as exciting when you have no reason to worry
all i remember is you climbed in a garbage can and said you were trashed
My cardio has turned into running out of the cold from bar to bar.
I wonder if he just picks random boners to send or just the realy impressive ones
This is the moment in my life where I take a fork in the "nice guy" road ive traveled for 23 years and fuck everything in sight that doesnt have herpes, or is in-between flare ups and I don't know about it until my dick is on fire.
Actually, what with the curvature of the Earth, it's faster to leave from Washington. And Google maps recommends kayaking instead of swimming.
Yelling back at the people on Jerry springer through the TV, and eventually punching it. Failure of a night.
Good, be his mentor. Like a tiny gay Yoda.
I told you for Halloween we just need to let the loins free! Let the girth come to us in a flock, drenched with passion!
He got the life proof phone case so he could jack off in the shower without his wife knowing
He brought me flowers and then spanked me with a Doctor Who paddle. Pretty good night, as these things go.