You know you love balls. Don't act all "I-Don't-Love-Balls-ish"
that trick or treat candy bucket that we used to collect beer money last night was very helpful when I vomited in it this morning
Make puking fun. Chug half a monster right before you blow. Throw up foam. Most unique experience ever.
He told me to put on my big boy pants, then take them off and fuck her before he smacks me with a chair. His pep talks suck.
Finally buying a camera. Missed out on recording a 3way last night. Hindsight. Ugh.
Are you sure you didn't shit in my back yard?
My main goal for tomorrow night is to make it back into my own bed
It's fucking New Year's. I can be soberish in 2013 after tonight. It's like the 30 years of grey area between Jesus' birth and death.
your fridge is broken, your sock drawer is full of snow, and you flipped off the whole stadium on the big screen. I'd say it went well.
I actually feel a twinge of sadness recycling all of our handles... I feel like I'm throwing out some great memories or lack of them because we don't remember
I can't ever look his wife in the eye again. She will see right through my soul to his dick pic.
so in other words, they broke and fell off and I ate a gummy life saver off of his balls
Well he waved at me as he was leaving so he def noticed the staring, and by staring i mean blatant eye fucking from across the bar..
I love that they love me even though I might not exsist, its kinda like Im God.
Is 6 weeks really a benchmark now?
Ask me in 6 more weeks, when they're in a bisexual polycule.
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