Well you will be happy to know that aaron carter hit on me
I figured he was gay when I walked in on him working out to Flirty Girl Fitness.
i threw up on the table at the pizza place and peed in her room mates closet. i wouldnt invite me back either
At the time, making out with dudes for keg money seemed like a genius idea. Now I realize it was borderline prostitution.
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
I was dressed in monkey onesie serving people vodka jelly with a spoon...
No he exists. Who else tells me no matter how drunk I am to pull out. He's watching over me so my bastard doesn't get created.
I have a new favorite bar game. It's called, get dressed up and go drinking alone then make up random stories of why you are alone to look less like an alc
Hypothetically how does one go about throwing away a dildo?
He said I act like a cross between a kindergartener and a high 70 year old man. Which is inacurate because it fails to account for the disco obsession.
FIND ME A DICK TO RIDE THAT HOPEFULLY IS ATTACHED TO A CUTE PERSON AND NICE PERSONALITY
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Is it okay if I only get 2 out of 3?
The D is nonnegotable.
its been well over a year and hes still saying sex with me was epic
All I can remember from last night was eating nutella and touching myself to Weird Science.
Text me some of your sweat
Is this making any sense, because I’m puking and trying to be Philosophical right now
Randomize
