so heres a good story. about 6 hrs ago i took a bath with bruce blasting. and 6 hrs later i woke up still in my bathtub but in cold water
i feel like the song jizz in my pants was made for him.
Crosby and Malkin: Two girls, one cup.
finally nailed that neighbor chick. hopefully i can get her wireless password now. free internet trumps moral standards any day
I would give my right arm to go back to college. Or maybe not. Would be kinda hard to pick up guys with one arm. Then again, knowin what I do now...I could take any freshman bithc with only one arm.
The sweet smell of jungle juice and bad decisions is calling our name.
The ultimate Father's Day bonding experience: Both getting bailed out of jail by mom for mooning some shithead cop.
I ran into a hotel and told the doorman he was doing a great job. That was before you cried on my jacket.
I left my ice cream out over night, it's melted, fuck this, I just poured Bailey's in it. Problems solved.
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
I'm never celebrating Galentine's Day again. It was a whorrific mess.
I've only fucked to 2 Fleetwood Mac songs, that must be why my life feels so empty.
Do you know how close I got to throwing him over the edge of the canyon?
I just wrote a self loathing message to self, wrapped my credit card in it, put it in an envelope, sealed it with another hate messame, and put it in my lock box. So. That's where I'm at.
i was in class looking for a pencil and found a chicken strip in my back pack. i think i might have a problem.. sad thing is i ate it
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