stalking is really helping my grade.. I followed him to a review session tonight
After Sake bombs he tried to puke into an alluminum beer bottle and shot vomit streaks in a perfect V out the sides of his mouth and hit BOTH girls he had bought drinks for that night. He was like an Icon of Cock-blocking yourself.
I had fun this weekend too. According to Web MD, my symptoms say I had a miscarriage.
Have introduced beer-pong to my work's Tuesday lunches.
I'll report later on the progress of the mountain orgy
That's not how these arrangements work. You don't buy each other stuff unless you break a sex toy. End of story.
doing laundry. just found my fishnets from Friday. the ENTIRE crotch is torn out. guess that answers the "did we have sex in the cab" question.....
when your 30 and im 37 and we're lonely and single, lets make a pact to murder each other.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
I woke up with a hangover and a man bun. Reached over to drink water and accidentally chugged raspberry vodka. So there's that.
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
B. I found a note on my phone and all it says is 'Fuck yeah im a racecar'
the awesomest thing about staying behind in our lame ass dorm room by myself during spring break: I've now nutted in 3 inconspicuous locations on your side of the room. brag to me again about how fucking awesome tahoe is you shithead. I dare you.
You laid on the floor and pet their rug. and then demanded Voss water.
The air taste purple.
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