Kind of a slow process. Played 9 holes with her yesterday. Wish one of them was hers
You tried to get the stranger on the sea bus to give you a bite of his chicken sub by repeating over and over "im in a girl band"
It's just a condom. Most people would commend me for saying I was going to start using them, and you're acting like I'm going to try heroin.
You told me when we were leaving the club if I could pin point your nipple through your padded bra you would show me if I was right.
You had a towel around you and you called it your shot bib.
I just want to make mistakes. Like stds that go away with antibiotics mistakes.
This is stressing me out. I feel like I need to eat the dick.
Hope I didn't wake u up but I woke up and there is a shirt, boxers, belt and jeans on my balcony, along with a naked guy who claimed to scale the building
I ate shrooms on a frozen river in an ice fishing shack after a day of vics and beer and walked around on the river in a stupor. They made me bite the head off of a fish.
We could put on there: "Drink jager bombs and do stupid shit faster, with more energy!"
Turns out both me and my grandpa have a guilty pleasure for South American men.
I fucked a French man last night. 5 Times. Ashed my cig in his cactus. That later set on fire while we were having sex.
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
Okay she just told me to turn the volume down on the fan. What does this even mean?
Is she still on a quest to lick every stranger that enters the bar, or have the restraining orders reached critical mass?
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