we went to a bar last night, drank beer in plastic cups. I took pics w/a random kid i pulled into a photobooth & i have easy mac in my purse. I belong here.
I cant go down on him yet. All ive had to eat is olives and percocet. semen would only add to tomorow mornings discomfort.
does he have a tent? the camping kind not the boner kind.
The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
I'm 99% sure that for 3 hours I thought you were British. We must smoke that again.
no seriously he was fingering me like he was really really frantically looking for a song on his iPod.
the head trauma was worth the blowjob.
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
The worst decision I made last night was allowing myself to be duct taped to the ceiling
She thinks Jesus was an astronaut.
Omg he has a washer and dryer IN his apartment and lots of back up toilet paper. I went home with an adult. My uterus is pumping out eggs beyond my control.
Pizza and koolaid didn't even make me feel better. This hangover means business
Blizzard, Hour 9: I'm 7 beers deep and have finished Ninja Turtles. I am listening to the NYPD and Nassau Fire Dept pipes and drums and writing new drum scores in my head, which I may or may not remember tomorrow
He will be so fat that the winter can not penetrate his blubber.
i knew it was a party when i saw you sitting on the couch naked with the keg in your lap, still drinking and passing out cups
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