She asked me how I live with myself. I told her one night at a time.
Getting stoned and going to costco. If i'm not back by dawn, you know what to do.
As long as you're not dating white guys again.
Moment of the day: as we leave the restaurant, she reaches into my pocket, pulls out her panties, and angrily marches to her car. I felt like a sketchy magician.
he calls himself the gay cupid because he matches two guys looking to hookup on craigstlist with each other. get me out of here. please.
I passed out and slept in my car. Now I feel like a hungover zoo animal. Look and laugh people, look and laugh.
You don't understand. There's baclava and there's post sex baclava. You can't compare the two.
lets do drugs on my lunch break tomorrow
We have a lot of substance abuse to do tomorrow its sleep time
i don't think i have enough personality to make it through this date sober.
I'm glad you got documented proof of my stupidity with a head full of nitrous
Hahaha and I'm glad you are doing whip its at a childrens basketball game
At one point I believe I was despencing medical advice while wearing a sombrero and a hulk hand
Listen, you eat the donut. I eat you out. Everybody wins.
What did you spend the night in her closet?
She said she was saving me for breakfast and locked me in there
be the chaos you wish to see in the world...
i'm trying to figure out how to respond to that in text
Randomize
