I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
Changed my sheets. Found a can of rockstar, crushed bag of tostitos, used tissues, and enough of both of our clothes to make a whole outfit.
I don't remember. I think I elluded to the fact that I would buy him a dildo for his birthday.
I cant feel my face. Like I dont even know if I have one. I wish I had a helmet
Golf group in front of us has 2 hooker caddies. One guy was getting a lap dance as he waited to tee off. Only in vegas.
cheese fries, coffee, with a side of dry heaving in the bathroom at the diner on campus at 5am. never felt better.
I'm eating crumbled blue cheese out of Tubbaware. My life is nothing.
Debating going to the grocery store with my vibrator still in, cause I can't stand the idea of it out. Lets do some risk/reward
Congrats. You made me have an orgasm in Starbucks.
I've talked to too many cops in one week and I haven't even committed any crimes. I hate the suburbs
On your day off do you wanna get wine drunk and take a few episodes of Jerry Springer way too seriously with me?
I knew it was all downhill from there when the straight vodka I was drinking tasted like water.
Yes please. My parents would fucking love him and I'd love fucking him. That's a win-win if I've ever seen one.
If I say I hate myself for it does it make it any better?
Thanks for driving us home last night. Also, blanket apology for anything I may have said/done. I blacked out sometime near the t-shirt cape incident
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