It's fine actually... I'm pretty sure he had the crookedest weiner in the world anyway.
Like he had it hanging in the wind and you just decided, "nope, I don't think that one's for me." ????
God no! I could just feel it. His clock said it was 8:00 when, clearly, it should have been midnight.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
I think the camel was justified in biting me.
The nurse who handed me my discharge papers underlined and highlighted do not consume alcohol while on my painkiller its like she knows me.
Ikeep having to ask jim if I'm actually talking. I canmt feel my body...this is what Christmas is all about
It was fine until he came back to my place, grabbed a beer, HIGH-FIVED me, and left.
She once gave me sex advice over the phone while intoxicated. So no you don't have the cooler therapist.
I don't think people appreciate how hard it is to fuck in a portapotty. Sarah and I had train for that shit.
I already left my house once this summer. Maybe we could do something in October.
So.. I was kinda upset i got the bad fuck out of the situation
I doubt the gods of funday Sunday would exact such a high price... But it's good to know an afternoon with me is worth a left foot.
I think I just read the whole internet. Front to back.
I figure I since I made out with him that I at least had to save his number in my phone.
Last night I realized I made a dick appt 2 MONTHS IN ADVANCE!!!!....... WHO THE HELL DOES THAT!?!? LMAO!
Drunk me made cabbage burritos at 1am after going to hustler hollywood.\nI bought socks. Lol
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