Turns out drinking large amounts of Gentleman Jack does NOT turn you into a Gentleman -- quite the opposite actually.
Please stop sending me picture messages of your shit. Seriously. I don't care if it looks like popcorn chicken.
He tried to make eye contact, he should know by now that freaks me out
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
I am just pathetic enough to be sitting on the couch with my cat drinking absinthe and vodka watching moulin rouge. Hello, tuesday night.
well this is gonna sound really bad but we were fooling around on sandra's electrical wheelchair
So note to self oboe reeds soaked in Apple Rubinoff sound GREAT.
preface to our conversation: my vagina hurts.
I lost half a toenail and didn't realize it. Bloody shoe shoulda been a clue.
This place is a maelstrom of dicks.
I mean as in stuck up bastards, not actual, desirable male genitalia. My point is, come pick me up fast, please!
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
Had to lock my cat in the bathroom so I could masturbate in peace.
He woke up wondering who broke in and rearranged all the furniture. He reviewed 11 hours of security footage before I told him he did it while whiskey-drunk.
After we had sex he gave me a thumbs up... fucking A&M Aggies, man
It was beautiful and filled the audience with hope for the future. :3 I wish I could speak more but sleep werk nighty
I asked how you were doing?
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