he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
He's pole dancing on a heat lamp.
Dont worry about the blood on the pillow. its from my face.
You coming home soon, man?
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All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
You told me you aren't worried about the police that you've been training for this an that the last three months of your life have been devoted to building up your stun gun tolerance and pepper spray recovery time.
You just sat there and yelled "I JUST WANT TO RUB MY NIPPLES"
Screw them and thier engaged asses. I've got liquor to drink and boys I don't know to make out with.
I have to deal with three things I do not like this weekend. Pooping in toilets that are not mine. Air mattresses. Not beating off in the shower.
He hasn't texted me back since last week when we sexted. I think telling him I wanted to choke him with chains was a bit much for our first time.
We can talk about your dick in my throat after a decision is made, this is my hair we're talking about. .. shit's important.
Realizing life ain't all about burritos and strippers, it's a struggle out there, and it ain't looking pretty so far,..
My dad accidentally texted me asking if I had weed...
Maybe you should say yes, and you guys can like bond or something...
Truth. Though I have held steadfast to the notion while the rest of you wavered. I had faith in his homosexuality.
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