Idk man, it felt like my skin was a suit and I could feel it zipping up my side and up to my mouth. And then my head felt like a ventriloquist dummy's head, with the jaw thing..it was freaky, dude
You think that's a metaphor for anything, champ?
Shut the hell up.
The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
i just threw up in the porta potty. i am in no condition to be guarding anyone's life rite now.
I'm walking down the street with a Starbucks in one hand and a flask in the other. People seem to have a staring problem
I woke up to him eating me out, listening to classical music.
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
so thats a no on the drunken crutches race 2moro
I drink more single than I do in relationships. Except with assface.
I can feel my ovaries exploding thinking about them.
Alls I remember is making out with that chick.
Nope that was a dude
I'm so happy I'm only on my second drink. That would have been the best idea ever if I was on my fifth.
I just watched our fat male neighbor dibble a soccer ball across the lawn. It looked like Baywatch with diabetes
He should just accept that I want his dick and his friendship. Can't he understand that I don't do emotions?
I laid naked in his bed as he brought me an ice cream sandwich so I would say everything worked out great
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.
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