So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
You burnt your salmon and tried to mail it. Post marked to: Starving Kid in Africa
I hate that the only Italian aspect of me is I get red and sweaty when I drink
i convinced her i was a yoga teacher by showing her some warm-ups my high school track coach made up
wait a second. did i just remember you the other night referring to your tits as tia and tamara.....
Standing on the street at 6am in Hong Kong drinking beer. Watching all the hookers do the walk of shame from our hotel. How did I get here? Maybe all my bad choices in my life were really good ones?
Hypothetically going to the gym on coke was a good idea
I'm gonna have sex with my clothes on and I'll know everyone there so I'll be in my comfort zone
I'll get him an axe as a present. So he can break out of his closet. That axe being my penis.
The topic of sex in the jamba banana suit has come up on multiple occasions. We're just waiting for a moment to try it out.
i'm hungover but need to study so i had a vodka orange juice, three ibuprofen and an adderall for breakfast. what up med school
Meanwhile I'm working a fucking flute workshop and I'm one high c away from shoving a flute up the asshole of the next passerby
You also proposed and then tried to jack me off
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
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