I just caught myself doing the gator chomp to my tv. I need to get laid.
I don't care what he thinks. My vagina has an open door policy.
I had to drink heavily last night because I needed to forget that you told me you want to blow my dad.
I'm still waiting for my blazer that I left at your apartment, you owe me a blowjob for every day from Thursday on that it's late.
This is your monthly public service announcement that sexual services will temporarily cease from Wednesday night to Monday. Please plan accordingly and have a nice day =D
Passive mediator is your role in this relationship. My role is dick punching arsonist
Ye. Looking like it's about to be one of those mythical responsible weekends
We had on the same team jersey so at the time it made sense to hook up.
Duh.
Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
Dammit now I'm pissed. Its like I am torn between two worlds. A world of girls, and a world of people punching other people in the head. Both are just so beautiful.
Someone should make a valentines day card that says "I like the way you continuously consume thc with no concept of a limit other than drug supply" Because I'd send that to you.
I'm going to have to go for it. It's like Mt. Everest. It's large and unpredictable but I live for adventure and it's worth never coming back from. Mt. BigDick.
He says the sweetest things but also that he wants to choke me when we fuck so it's kinda perfect.
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
We could just stay sober.
No! We tried that once.
It sucked.
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