you said you didn't feel like drinking anymore so you mixed vodka with your applesauce and ate it
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
He was sitting cross legged outside his tent repeatedly hitting the ground with a hammer and shouting 'this.is.a.good.idea.'
he was grinding on you and dedicated the song "I'm in Love With a Stripper" to you then started taking his own clothes off
pretty sure I called you last night to sing Hebrew to you.
Hes pre-made beer lollipops so he "can suck before the sex" QUOTE!
Idk. The last coherent text said something about $25 & dimes. And then...it's just letters...
My chest smells like french fries. Get at me attractive men.
I used my yoga mat as a door stop so he couldn't come into my room when i was sleeping last night. Drunk engineering at its finest
You played Frank Sinatra today after we had sex. You moved way up in my literal book of men. Congrats.
He got hit with a horseshoe, set on fire, fell out of a tree, and puked all over the side of his car, all before midnight. Everclear.
It wasn't even dirty talking, it was more like the soothing gentle nonsense noises you make when you've spooked a horse.
PS- My flight is being emergency landed bc someone smuggled cats on the plane.
You've changed since you got that strap on
I'm assuming you were here at some stage because I woke up alone, clean and in a towel with mum asking my why my shoes, dress and jewellery were in the bottom of the shower.
Randomize
