she went to pee and i could hear her singing "Drip Drip Drop LIttle April Showers" from Bambi through the door.
we fucked to don't stop believing. most epic sex EVER.
Dude you spent the last hour of the night in the bathroom crying, asking someone why you will never be as smart as Mr.Feeney from boy meets world.
All we had was a keg so we played edward nalgene-hands
..and it was like all of a sudden I could hear the sounds my brain was making
You should never talk to him again. Unless its you knocking on the door and punching his dick.
soon, soon....
I don't believe you anymore. You're like the boy who cried coitus.....
I like how my motivation to lose weight is so I can wear a nude bikini and get covered in body paint for the tribal party. Priorities.
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
If fixing it is ignoring it, and getting naked. Then yes we fixed it.
I'm in my onesie attempting to spoon-feed myself cold soup. I'm playing freeze tag with my hangover. My hangover's winning.
as much bud light as i have consumed over the years budweiser should give me a clydesdale
Yeah, I've hit on priests at bars, too. Such a shame, there are a lot of hot men out there who've devoted themselves and their glorious genitalia to the Lord -_-
What the fuck dude? Now it's a "who is this?" convo going back and forth. Like... helllloooo you just sent me a picture of your penis! I'm entitled to ask who the fuck it is. I can't verify an identity by a body part.
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