we're blogging at a bar
the first sign of life we got from you was four hours later. you smiled without opening your eyes when tom whispered in your ear we were getting buffalo wings.
you made them have somersault races with you thru the lobby..
Sorry for punching you in the face last night. I should have known the boxing gloves were a bad idea from the start.
She didn't even ask about the dinosaur pinata in my trunk. Like at this point I think these are the things she expects from me
hahaha lucky. I'm fishing with some dude I just met when I woke up next to the mohawk river
Btw any and all sexual fantasies or arousal I had about cops is null and void.
Please tell me I didn't try to make out with a 70 year old Romanian man last night ...
I think I accidentally agreed to be someone's surrogate
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
I see myself subsisting on tequila for the next several days.
Already doing pt exercises by picking my margarita up off the night stand. Fuck yeah.
I'm just bringing him "breakfast," and breakfast may lead to lunch and dinner, but that doesn't mean I want the mealplan.
Randomize
