So I just watched the Lakers/Magic game so I could have something to talk about with him after we have sex this time
I passed out in the VIP room and she charged me for 17 songs until I woke up, theres a bouncer asking me for $700, fuck tequila
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
After we fucked he shhhh'd me and said your welcome
I decided they need a food cart that just roams around the library like the cotton candy people at the circus. But with real food. like tacos cause it sounds delicious.
I would rather deep fry my own cock while it's still attached to me than have his life.
Highlight of the night: paying my cell phone bill at the bar... I need to get laid.
I apologize for violently hooking up with her in front of you in the jacuzzi last night.
It was dark, she woke me up, gave me a blowjob and then whispered in my ear: do you know who I am?
My dick was almost in plain McDonald's sight
Oh shit. My drunken car sex is on Google Earth.
Am I allowed to be in denial about being gay again? Or is that one of those things you can't do?
Waking up in a NH rest stop and reading through my texts is definitely a familiar low
Last night's dream consisted of you, me, a sauce pan full of cocaine and light sabers. I almost cried when I woke up.
Don't remember anything. Melissa just said I kept saying welcome to the bat cave
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