DAMN! I hate it when i drunkenly erase all my "sent message" and wake up in the morning and my inbox is full of "WTF?" and "Huh?" messages.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
Vodka + horseback riding = vomit in the saddle bags
STOP fucking him and come play in the snow with us!
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
josh has a chalupa in his pocket if you're hungry.
Not much, just your average college male Sunday cleaning period blood out of the carpet.
Tell me you're kidding.
Besides scarred, I'm not much of anything right now.
You have to understand, he didn't so much come out of the closet as he backflipped out of it with an accompanying marching band.
Would it be inappropriate to rub one out in the gym shower? I mean, technically, I pay $80 a month to do what I want so could they really say anything?
Shower is fine. Steam room is shady. I've probably done both at one point in my life so I can't be used as a good reference.
Making cookies for neighbors. Spill beer all over dough. Bake anyways. From good neighbors back to the shitty college kids next door in under 3 seconds.
Also, I have your check. Also, still wanna drop acid?
So when did "Are you okay?" translate into "Don't tell me you got fucked by another rando after another rager"?
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
Did I turn a man straight...??
Yes!
I'm pretty sure my therapist gave me the green light to fuck him.
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