I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
I'm dreading the fact that when the dominoes guy comes, he will ask me if i placed an order under the name "high as shit".
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
I am like king midas for the gay community. everything I touch turns into a lesbian.
It was worth having to clean the cum stains out of the carpet.
apparently we spent 30 minutes inside that big Nike store turning all of their Duke gear inside out. for some reason the employees didn't stop us.
idk about you, but when i sext i just hit em with the "yo lets bang" text
Don't date the locals. They're all tainted.
I made a half way decent playlist
Im gonna call it "hanging myself"
I don't know man. She said my cock made her promises my heart couldn't fulfill.
It's hard picking what to wear when you know the plan is sex. Like can't I just wear my robe let's just simplify this.
My one night stand ended up seeing me the next morning... For my interview. Guess who got a job.
All I remember is that I was trying to call my wolf pack by howling.
Accent: check. Hot body: check. 8" dick: check. Feeds me biscuits in bed after rampant sex: check. Should I continue with my "Why I'm not coming back to the States" List?
Don't drag this out. All I need to know is if I have to put pants on or not.
Randomize
