I'm gunna smoke cigs today. I feel like I'm in that powerful and gritty mood which requires them
it makes me cry that so many people are going to see you naked someday.
I made a google map for "places I got blow jobs"
Weekdays seemed more exciting when I had a drinking problem. Like I had something to look forward to at night.
Two portable blenders. We are going to be popular and dangerous.
with all this snow coming, and no school, I figure why not try every possible liquor snowcone.
We were all drunk for the whole flight. Steve doesn't even remember the cab ride to the airport. At 6am. Says he "blacked back in" at security.
I think I'm still fucked. I can see the electricty going through the street car lines
Dude, you chugged an entire bottle of tomato sauce and got us free drinks for the night. No way was I gonna stop you.
Its okay, i dont mind you drinking, im just surrounded by it, there is some random dude laying on your couch with a bucket that ive never seen before
I just woke up entirely naked on top of a pile of some guy's laundry on his bedroom floor.
Don't. You get on the 18 year old. I'll get on the 38 year old. Together we will bridge 2 decades of cock.
Why must everything this weekend have to do with something going into or coming out of my vagina?
Does being an adult mean drunkenly signing for your tax return from a foreign country? If so, I've reached adulthood.
First non virgin Sunday. Bursts into flames.
Randomize
