Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
Ohh the wonderful, yet disgusting things she can do with her hair
i just spent the last half hour thinking about my totally irrational and intense hatred of wedge flip flops.
it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
He cooked me dinner. I showed my appreciation by showing up shithoused and breaking a bottle of steak sauce on his floor.
We're on a cock hunt. Everything is fair game.
You just handed me your ATM card and wrote your PIN number on a dollar bill and said "for bail money."
I can't believe he let me cut his hair as stoned as I was.. I think I even cut my own hair too
Yeah, you gave me a condom that I 100% coulda used, then an hour later you basically beat the shit out of me and physically took it from my pocket.
just really comprehended the fact that I'm getting high at the same place I used to play as a child. the nostalgia and thc is mixing together in one, intense wave. WHO HAVE I BECOME
I need to stop getting picked up at 3 am by my friends parents. This is the second time this week. I'm a grown man.
If we all have the time, and the weather permits, and you have no plans, we should have another go at Operation Get Our Carless Friends Laid. All the lonely people will be out. We can take our lonely people out too.
It's getting harder and harder to fake orgasms as I get older.
I used his number to look up his customer information at work. He's no longer saved as Magic Penis in my phone.
Heading there now. Already have a boner.
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