okay, this game isn't funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
You know, he picked a really shitty time to stop sleeping with me to pay attention to his girlfriend.
He is just lying there. People are throwing money onto his chest as they walk by...
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
I had fun watching you interact with the world around you. Like a fuckin 8 year old kid who just discovered build a bear but really wants a cigarette.
Well at one point he got ahold of my archery gear.. And I. Shit. You. Not. Sarah took an arrow to the knee.
We had a weird moment. Mid-sex he started talking. It went along the lines of "I. FUCKING. LOVE.....this condom..."
I'M ALSO PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AND THINKING ABOUT ORDERING A PJIZZA. I'M NOT SURE WHAT MY MUSTACHE WANTS.
So did you grab that log full of poison ivy for the fire and then apparently take a piss on Saturday night too or was that just me?
will we ever learn or are we destined for a life of poison ivy covered balls?
If you need us, Zoe and I will be on my kitchen floor drinking Gatorade and crying
I'm in my bed. Snow angles in fresh sheets. don't even try to get me out tonight.
Just set myself on fire a little bit. Made me think of you.
I'm trying to drink up the confidence to run in public.
Drunk sperm are not productive sperm.
Please explain the hospital band on my wrist.
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