We will have to stop frequently for food, stretching legs, interesting things on the side of the road, and sex. So you might as well eat.
And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
We were laughing at the passed out guy who had gone to sleep under the car in the McDonald's lot until we realized it was you.
I want to tell you about my weekend in person so I can see your look of judgement and disgust.
my feelings for you are synonymous with those of a grizzly bear and salmon. i don't want to nom on you; but i need you to survive
I'm. Arresyed bur sierra ue obbe of mt vet friends. I hope we can tyajk ane gwt ob the same page. Ur aweaome ttyl.
So the stripper who poured a beer on my head also gives great head. Even she doesn't know why she went home with me. No more mystery shot challenges.
My dick was almost in plain McDonald's sight
I can dream in two languages, but it's still about ripping a bong.
Sorry, but when you makeout with a guy in a panda suit, you know something has to change.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
The salesman at the smoke shop just told me my hair is glorious...
Do you ever get a cramp in like, ONE labia?
Look, road flare archery was agreed on. We both accepted it was a shit idea sober, but did it drunk anyway.
Alone, in the dark, eating tacos and drinking vodka. Who's apartment is this?
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