he was fingering me to the beat of a lady gaga song. new high? new low? i don know, but i came, so whatever.
I went for the touchdown every play, and I think I ended up with herpes.
it's like god just wants me to be high for five days in a row. keep the blizzards coming.
Every single piece. I examined every single square inch of this peanut butter and jelly sandwich. and fell in love with every inch. that high.
Also, I just saw a woman change into her stripper outfit in the bathroom at Target.
Meanwhile I am sitting on the couch with a 32 ounce rum and coke trying to decide if I'm too drunk to go get french fries.
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
Let's discuss options later this evening. I'll draw out said options and compare and contrast the "accessibility" of the costume for quickies. Because you never know. Halloween is full of surprises. I'll also compare practicality, level of skank, and creative features.
Well, if he didn't want to get caught mid-gay experience by his girlfriend, he shouldn't have pushed so hard to do MDMA with me.
Fuck you come back. The old guy next to me is complementing me on my great choice of ring fingers,
Boys that pee in my bed don't get happy birthday wallposts on facebook
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
I didn't want to fight, I just wanted to tell you to fuckoff.
im bringing home some absinth and some holy water. one way or another things are going to get spiritual.
Do you ever just want to be mashed potatoes?
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