Hey, what are you up to?
Drinking wine with the guys and watching 7 Pounds.
Looking back I guess I could have changed that to beer and Die Hard.
you definitely held a convo with a hobo
we have a secret handshake
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
he mailed me a thank you note for the blowjob.
The glockenspiel player has some booze though so hopefully the ride won't be that bad
he broke up with her mid blow job, and somehow convinced her to finish. I want his life
he was banged his ex for coke the whole time and is still the best guy so far this year. standards need to be raised.
i found him! he's on the front porch using a bag of potting soil as a pillow. i forgot i left him there.
I'm playing a little game called "how many shots of jack can I take before I become a shit show tonight". All front row seats are sold out.
This is going to be one of those "I can only do this high" classes
And now you understand the importance of Saturday naps.
Because you stay up all night having sex and eating sushi?
Yes, if by 'finishing my business' you mean vomiting in her bathtub and losing my watch.
Her cop pants made me imagine I was riding a unicorn and by unicorn I mean her face
I love that you put so much thought and effort into your nudes
I don't send half assed nudes. Go big or go home.
I had to remind him last night as he had his arm around me, "We hook up, we don't cuddle!"
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