Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
I really don't understand how I cannot figure out how to work a fucking can opener when I'm hungover. Yet I still retained the ability to take a perfectly symmetrical picture of my erect penis and send it to every person in Matt's contacts the night before.
This whole foot fetish thing is getting out of control. He would rather hold my feet than me after we fuck.
Its like a relationship where they cockblock each other.
Sudden realization: I dumped him because he was too immature, yet I am the one who moved back into my parent's basement post-breakup.
I give him a gold star every time I orgasm. His room looks like he's freaking King Midas.
You can cross "give someone a blow job while playing Colors of the Wind" off my bucket list.
She just got on the scale. frowned, got off and took off her pants and then got back on
The worst part about living in a small town is partying with your pharmacist and then having to buy Plan B from him the next morning.
If I just skip sleeping, does hangover still happen? Gonna try it. Will report back. StTAND BY
After a beer I realize now I may have shared too much about my obsession with ghosts with my therapist this morning.
Yeah just had sex and grub hub came right after he did. I’d say it’s a win.
He adjusted my bra straps while I blew him.
So there i was right, midnight, washing my junk off in my bathroom sink.
Justin has passed out on the toilet in a locked stall. Stay tuned for pics.
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