I mean I can't believe yesterday ended w/ your house getting firebombed. What an unexpected turn of events
I stood up and a chip flew out of my shirt and landed in the chip dish. I just walked away.
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
I just figured out, there are 9 children in this world that I can look at in the face and say "I fucked your mom."
And i didn't ask you to do that, You showed your penis at your own free will.
the fire alarm went off. we werent sure whether to leave or turn the music up louder
And with me just getting pulled over and you maxing your card out on tennis balls I don't know if we can afford it
It was actually pretty good. His cock is as fat as the rest of him and I took out my contacts so I couldn't see him clearly.
What an age we live in that I can try to pick up a guy by using my phone while I'm taking a shit at work.
One day this summer I just wanna get blown under the hot sun all day.
Deal. Roof-top 69 on Saturday, July 20th. I've got it in my calendar.
If waking up at 6 50 pm every day and getting invited to go have sex as you wake up is what alcoholism is like I can get use to this.
having flashbacks of licking salt of your dick for my shot of tequila
I smell like Dick and happiness
I hate waking up to a room that reeks of bad decisions...
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