So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
in the event that i am dead, my body is laying in the intersection of ... the pearl in springfield. it was my friend's 21st but i think i'm dead. wearing a black top. like i said, probably dead.
I just spent the last hour spooning with my drug dealer.
I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
Slutapocalypse this thursday. Invite every freshieee you hooked up with this semester to my house. Think of it like a meet n greet for them and battle of the sluts for us.
"lets watch the sunrise" turned into "lets have sex on the roof at six thirty in the morning"
I'm venturing to your corner of this sin house in t minus 2 minutes.
Yes. I feel like complaining about sex all the time with a 21 year old might be punishable by death of the sex gods so I try not to
Just saw a hooker eating a pastrami sandwich walking down beach blvd blowing kisses to traffic. My day = made
the old man that you threw the shoe at says "hi" and many rude words...
He better not be in your backpack
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
I hope you gays don't get too crazy after DOMA. Gay divorces aren't any better than straight ones.
Is it festive if I masturbate to Santa porn?
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU STUCK YOUR DICK IN CRAZY!
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