she's leaving w me bro, I've been buying her mad shots. She's seen my apt. So locked down.
Its like common courtesy of dating, the guy pays for the weed, just like dinner
At one point during the moaning he reminded me of Forrest Gump
you came downstairs saying you were now 'dressed to impress'
what was i wearing?
nothing
Either way, he made a blog for his cat.
Bouncy castle Catalina wine-mixer race for the cure. It will be as fun as it sounds
He said he was trying to live vicariously through me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that meant he was vicariously fucking his best friend.
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
Other than a hickey from some random Canadian roller derby girl, I came out unscathed
Lab coat again saves the day - hiding embarrassing shart evidence...
Apparently we don't communicate very well unless we're drunk and/or naked
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
Even with help how did you paint a bullseye around your asshole?
He is a beautiful butterfly covered in tattoos and naked.
He kept saying "i'm lost" while he was sitting on his couch...
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