Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
As she was leaving she said "You have an awesome penis, I hope to use it again soon" I need that on a business card to hand out at the bar
She's an honest to god fucking ballerina. She did things I don't have names for.
And I'd make him talk dirty to me. In Forrest Gump's voice.
The shit I just took was my body's way of telling me bourbon and mixed nuts aren't an appropriate dinner. Well played, colon. WELL. PLAYED.
I thought that wasn't a thing ever since she showed you her vag on the dance floor
I just tried to roll over and fell off the bed. I think that is the beds way of kicking me out
I found the crust to my pizza under my covers that's cool
Two things. 1) party at my house this Friday 2) what was the name of the Australian you fucked on the cruise ship?
I told her my hands felt like they touched the sun, never been that stoned before
We just catapulted a jelly bean off of his hard dick into his mouth.......Happy Easter!
Also, if you don't fuck me soon, I will die. I don't want to die like that.
Wow. I hope you were either doing that in your sleep or blacked out. You threw up then covered yourself in duct tape... i wish i got that on camera
It's 1:37. You have 23 minutes to get your dick to the bar before I go home with the bartender... tick... tick...
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