My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
The only thing better than Call of Duty is getting jerked off while playing Call of Duty.
Making pb&j crepes. Using corn tortillas. So high. I don't know if I'm offending French people or Mexican people more.
I tried. Now my legs are bleeding and I cracked my head on the coffee table. Never taking your advice again.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
have i crossed some slutty boundary when gay guys are sending me cock pics?
I now have a GPA requirement for guys I hookup with more than once.
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
I want to go to a gay rodeo for my cross country road trip. It'll be like my very own homo country boy pilgrimage to the holy land.
If I got to choose how I die, it would be in an Olympic sized pool of gin and tonic.
We hooked up with 2 friends last night as always and she stole their fucking cocaine and I just had to drive to their house and make her give it back to him hahshshahahah only me
I'm gonna hop on that dick and ride it into the sunset
He was watching porn and riding a stationary bike in the living room
Just had a flashback of scottish man yellin' at my face. What the fuck I did?
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
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