Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
xbox live and facebook are tricking me into believing I actually have an active social life
there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
We went out. i got lost. dunno where they were. they slept in the car. i slept in an outdoor shower. i dont know anything else.
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
he wrote me a grocery list while i was passed out. every other item was gin. it went on for 4 pages.
Did you know there's no emoticon to really tell you that I just consumed a magic brownie?
I don't have patience to seek someone out and try to decipher whether or not I think I'd want to actually have their dick in my face.
so exactly what is concert sex etiquette? Before, during or after???
all of the above
THERE IS AN ENORMOUS FAT WOMAN EYEING MY FLIGHT'S GATE LIKE IT WOULD BE DELICIOUS TO EAT.
You got me so high that I almost couldn't leave my house for a bar because there was nothing to lean against on the way there
I wouldn't say I LOVE Pacman. I mean, sure, I'd battle against you in an epic Pacman struggle for blow jobs and glory. But I mean, who wouldn't?
my confident boosted when he told me that it was I who started making out with him. ME. NOT HIM.
I AM SHOCKED AND PROUD OF MYSELF
I had sex with a boy who lives in a closet, that's like having sex with Harry Potter, right?
for future reference, singing eye of the tiger outside my door while i am having sex makes me incredibly uncomfortable
apparently not uncomfortable enough for you to stop
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