'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
And he tried to make it as casual as possible by asking where i was going on vacation while he was poundin me.
He cooked me dinner. I showed my appreciation by showing up shithoused and breaking a bottle of steak sauce on his floor.
Also, drinking coors light. Fuck that. Fuck that in the fucking face.
Cuz its complicated and I hate complicated and I miss your penis
I'm pretty sure my lung is caught on my rib. And I can't feel the left side of my face. Best. Sex. Ever.
Basically, I'm sure one day I'll look back on this part of my life and be ashamed....
All I remember is laying in that secret hideaway closet, naked, with a beer cowboy hat on and you walking in and sitting down crying because no one would have sex with you
I can't wait to see you again...not a euphemism, just really looking forward to seeing you. Wanting to fuck you as often as possible just seems implied at this point.
Come over. We're getting stoned and watching DogTV
it will be just like last year but no clogged toilets and more costumes.
You think I'll get the "I used to stick it to your daughter" discount?
I stole $10 from the guy I hooked up with last night.Not sure why but it was definitely more satisfying.
I think the cashier at 7/11 might be planning an intervention for me.
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