i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
It's just like the Real World with babies
That explains waking up with one hand in the toilet and the other in the trash can
I have to date her. We need a place to stay when we go tailgating.
8:30 every morning in the third floor bathroom we fuck in the handicap stall. You have your morning workout and I have mine.
I just got my hands on some dry ice. How do you feel about coming home to a mystical wizard toilet?
A conundrum I think only you would understand: how to classily post "I need a ride to the liquor store" on one's Facebook wall?
this celing is unfamiliar to me... im just vaguely wondering where i am. but not quite concerned enough to do anything about it.
I took so my adderall all I can do is lie on my floor and stare too hard at my hedgehog. He has 42 spines in the dark spot on his shoulder btw.
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
I need to wake up with a beard between my thighs more often, I'm a fucking saint.
That last one reminds me of the time we smoked that foot-long joint and by the time we'd finished we were so stoned we applauded it.
Well, I sent nudes with an Elmo t shirt on the floor... so there's that.
As a member of the kink community, I feel grossly misrepresented
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