So I feel bad, Ross is asking questions, I think they need to know it's a Spanish lesbian bar
Nope, just sitting on the couch, eating an advent calendar, being depressed about the herps.
And they were awkwardly all over each other in a Christian way.
It felt as i were a pad of butter melting onto a piece of toast.
So I dropped $130 while buying shots for an army ranger, got my fake taken, almost went to jail, and came out of my black out when I was talking to the cops with a stolen detour sign in my hands.
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
Now I'm obligated to stay and cuddle with her because the condom broke. Fuck.
Went kayaking. drunk. DID NOT FALL IN. Mission succesful.
Not going to lie: not even the fact I'm wearing men's cargo pants can hide the fact I have an awesome ass.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
His dick is pure magic - dark, powerful, beautiful magic. It's the Elder Wand of penises
But if you move out who will get drunk with me on the roof and yell at boys?!?
stupid neighbors doing stupid yard work with their stupid kids when i want to do drugs in the backyard
I promised her before I left that I'd make good choices and then got drunk and fucked my best friend and her boyfriend.
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