My phone has seen less use in the last three days than Tom Brady's condoms.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
you said grace in the diner. 5am, drunk, grace. you thanked the man w the mushroom cut for the wonderful supply of screwdrivers
a girl is trying to cook hot pockets in a saute pan on the stove.
You two kept repeating the same thing over and over. It was like looking after retarded pull-string dolls.
At least it earned you a couple drinks. And something tells me you've touched grosser things with less incentive.
There should be an open time period where you show each other your goods and it's totally socially acceptable to bail.
I wholeheartedly concur
im just laying in bed, eating, getting fat, enjoying eating and getting fat, thinking about how i will probably have to get a fat boyfriend.
I'm bored enough im considering taking up his offer to turn me straight just to kill time until the lasagna is out of the oven
Hahaha idk what's worse your life or my hangover.
He made the moves first, we made out...then we folded his laundry.
I completely forgot I gave up beer. But airports don't count. They're like international waters. No rules.
a guy messaged me on POF to ask if I knew of any places that were hiring. And was being completely deadass serious. I'm so done
If its not for food we ain't going out.
I made it out of the house. Success.
It's not better out here. I'm at Target hyperventilating in the aisles.
Randomize
