its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
Let me guess--your parents are cousins.
I just watched 2 blind guys walk into each other head on in providence. It pays to pregame in your car.
I dont think that drinking by ourselves on a saturday night counts as being "fun alcoholics"
this is like black Friday for my dealer. I'm literally standing in line.
He introduced himself to me as "the gayest gay who ever gayed." I like him already.
SURVIVAL MODE. WE CAN DO THIS. Celebratory survived-working-christmas-retail sex to follow
I can wear a rubber suit at three am and spank someone's ass until its sore and fuck them three ways from Sunday. And get up the next day and do their laundry. As long as once in awhile they rub my back without expecting anything
I'm going to pretend you don't watch My Little Pony and focus on your large cock. Kay? Don't bring it up again.
I'm officially no longer allowed to make any of my own decisions regarding alcohol, men, or the combination of both. Thats up to you now. Do me proud.
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
My phone just said I texted someone at 430a and said let's fight. Then I texted them an hour later and said thanks.
I buy a new bowl every time I get a new guy. It's retail therapy.
I support your vibrator fueled lifestyle.
Is texting an old booty call with "can you still get your ankles behind your ears?" an appropriate way to reemerge into the singles scene???
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