I'm timing the release of my poops to the sound of the machine gun from the video game he's playing in the living room.
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
there are two kinds of girls in this world: my mom, and sluts.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
i'm using salt from the free peanuts to stop the bleeding.
There is a full size piano in the middle of our road. Please tell me you had nothing to do with this.
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
The cabbie told us to at least pretend we weren't doing coke while he was driving
I feel like I knew it was fucked up, but feared that god would take my dick away if I didn't use it last night.
Props to the guy on crutches playing edward forty hands. Dedicated to drinking games is an understatement.
We played alot of beer pong and ventured into the woods with tiki torches
So I went to daintily fall onto my bed like I was in a hotel commercial and I completely missed my matress and landed on my floor. Just thought u should know.
I think I came out of my blackout as I was ordering wine from the private wedding reception.
Just puked most of my soul out..
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