"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
organizing the empties. That sober.
But Monday we'll be living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Also, I'm going to a champagne tasting.
Although I love the reason it was done, can you maybe not show pictures of my dick to all your friends at parties? I like to present my penis in my own special way. thanks
Im still alive. Just can't talk. Or move. No need to worry
you closed your eyes and pointed to a cupboard..there was vodka on the top shelf. your sixth sense is amazing. plus, we convinced the foreign kid you're a booze whisperer
Whiskey and an unstable home life is apparently the fountain that 20-something boys like to drink from.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I'm still drunk. I put on workout clothes this morning and just puked in my bathroom. That's the same as going to the gym, right?
Just followed a blind kid around for 20 minutes to see how awesome his guide dog was. And he was pretty fucking awesome
I saw a classic trojan enz laying on his desk. So he's probably not into the kinky shit.
No, the high point was when you stood on a chair and shouted you were the god of tits and wine.
She rode me like a jockey on that tiny couch. Then we spooned.
BOOOOOOOOOOOO *takes away your hoe card*
i'm not sure you can trust me in a car with 20 dozen donuts
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