You and i never got to the, we dont care what we look like friend-stage. you know? like not brushing your teeth stage.
sorry im really high
if i had a camp nickname it would be Flick Bean
Vibrator and massage oils got stopped at security. Super.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
He was at the bottom of the stairs showering himself with the popcorn, then eating a few handfuls and running around.
She called me in the morning crying, but I was busy cleaning up bird guts, very hungover. It was a very surreal morning.
I don't think I'd trust a marching band with trampolines to not cause serious damage to themselves/ property.
Successfully masturbated while balancing on an exercise ball. my greatest accomplishment?
Probably
We had a weird moment. Mid-sex he started talking. It went along the lines of "I. FUCKING. LOVE.....this condom..."
I've got to stop being so hungover that I puke in the fine establishments of this glorious town.
Bacardi 151 is like a past nightmare I'm still curious about
Damn you. I'm in a bar with Southern Jesus Fearing Blah Blah Rednecks WHO ARE PROBABLY VOTING FOR TRUMP and you go radio silent.
It was all good until his cat started licking my nipple along with him
He makes bad life choices and drives a wagon, how is that not my type?
He bent me in ways I couldn't imagine.. and im a gymnast.
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