I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
I chose taco bell over sex...
good choice.
Im rethinking drunk tuesdays. Also rethinking ovaries.
It felt like his penis had an endoskeleton.
So the coke mirror was perfectly angeled at my face right when i woke up this morning. I now know how I'd look on intervention.
I'm at your house, laying with your dog, eating taco meat, take your time.
Passing out is just my bodies way of protecting my liver.
Why did the fire extinguisher taste lemony?
There is a glee sing along. It's on random and they know them all. Like, the specific glee timings and pauses. I need to leave. I need to escape
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
I witness him finger a girl behind the dj decks yet I'm still going to meet up with him. Wtf is my life
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
This will never work. His dick is smaller than mine.
Wow. And yours is kind of small.
RIGHT?
Hahaha. I'm so high, this is gonna be so intense. Even the DVD menu scared the shit out of me.
I’m good. I learned that a guy ate the mushrooms that were growing out of his toilet, so there’s that.
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