that's like riding a pigeon when you could fuck a bald eagle
There's guys at my school running around throwing potatoes shouting "remember the famine." makes me proud to be Irish.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
there are two kinds of girls in this world: my mom, and sluts.
8$ liquor pitchers. I'm gonna wear two or three pairs of underwear so when drunk me takes them off there'll still be a pair on.
I don't remember. I remember laying in the trunk of a car. For hours.
scratched cornea got me an eyepatch and a blowjob from a girl with a thing for pirates
COME GET ME FR THE HOSPIGAL'!!!!!
Is it bad that I don't ask for names anymore? Just added "gold-chain-wearing hotel guy" to my list under "minivan 3way" and "funny-tasting gym guy."
There arew tilmes ina man's life when christmaas. THerew are times in a man's lfie when drunk texts from a bathrom hyufgirto. So, you know, merry chriastmans.
I puked and rallied in front of a cop...and then waved at him....
I actually haven't slept with anyone in a while. I think my whore phase is just seasonal.
He says the sweetest things but also that he wants to choke me when we fuck so it's kinda perfect.
Yeaaaaa...im super disgusted with myself lol...which is interesting, considering all of the things I have done in my life...
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
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