No, we ended up finding him drunk at a bus stop downtown sitting on the bench asking people for chocolates and amazing stories to "rid his mind of his whore of a girlfriend"
He asked me why my bellybutton was so ugly... and wondered why i wasnt in the mood anymore.
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
I'm not sure if it was sex or spear fishing. He goes in for it like he's crash landing a rocket
She is singing the swedish chef song and throwing utensils. I love this place
I figured out why I insisted on leaving my sweater on the ground outside. I smelled it and I'm 97% sure I peed on it last night
I called him and he said hell call me back hes in the middle of his kareokee song he was out by himself and his dog
I shame-fucked to Hotel California, don't tell me about priorities.
Just saw the guy I slept with last night in a bar. He gave me a high five and kept moving
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
Steve watched craig and I have sex from the top level of his cat tower this morning.
He stopped mid thrust ... To check snap chat .. From his roomie
It felt like I was on painkillers mixed with Molly mixed with the sinking feeling I'll die alone. 10/10 doing again.
I swear my vagina needs to be taken away from me when I drink.
Got home. Somebody tried to sell me weed on the street. I've never had to try so little to find a dealer before.
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