So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
i'm surrounded by gay midgets. not sure if i'm bragging or asking you to come rescue me. wait for follow up.
Just fucked a hooker at a motel in New Jersey. Two states down, 48 to go.
in the morning i found her name, number and address on one of the empty pizza boxes. also said "ps. if you find my shoes please mail to me."
I showed remarkable dignity in such a compromising situation. Except I came off as sort of a blue ball giver.
He gave me his business card. It was a Justin Bieber trading card with his number written in sharpie. I have to call him don't I?
Home, forcing the cats to make out. Someone should get some.
Hes trying to fuck me on a bear rug. Not saying no.
White people are beatboxing! Save me.
Id fuck him but only at his house and he had to stay im bed till i left. He only works upper body. It just creeps me out how tiny his legs are
he told me it was nice to see me not blacked out mumbling to myself in the front seat, I told him it was nice to see him not in handcuffs.
Welcome to a new world. May the gods of weed smile upon you as you embark on exploring this new dimension.
I decided to have a date tonight. Back on horse I go. Or aiming to be on a horse cock one day. You know. However that metaphor goes.
I'm sorry I threw a frog in your car last night.
Naptime over. I've got fresh contacts and tequila. RAAAAAAGE!
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