Sorry I totally forgot to text you back. When you texted me I was at work at the pharmacy and it was stupid busy. And then of course I had my 8 hour "shoot me b/c half of Loyola comes in to buy plan B" shift.
Espresso. Can't sleep. Love puppies
and hes going back to rehab like me, so we have common interests
you made them have somersault races with you thru the lobby..
that's not even the weird part though. he already knew where the bathroom was, he might have been here before..
Was that picture taken before or after I supposedly punched him in the face?
if I could send you my dick right now I would. that's how good of a friend I am.
I have your shoes, your bike, and someones blue underwear. Round 2 tonight?
No, we talked about it. They're cool with me living here as long as I sleep with them both.
You're a rent hooker.
Apparently she has a 10 week old kid, which would explain the hallway effect I was feeling.
strip vodka pong is never a good idea. I saw into his colon when he picked up the ball off the floor
HE TALKS ABOUT HIS DICK IN THIRD PERSON ABORT MISSION ABORT FUCKING MISSION
mom had to come pick me up from the hotel. I crawled to her car. She told me the entire way home if I puked in it I was going to lick it up. Like high school all over again...
saying, "have a good fall!" After fucking a virgin boy is good etiquette, right?
Can we make love to the Space Jam soundtrack?
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