so i did it. i barked while i was ejaculating. not a word was said by either of us afterwards.
so how much did i say i owed you?
$5 and a new fuck buddy.
i overslept, had to take a cab to the train station, might puke, bought the wrong flavored vitamin water, and mj's dead. what a terrible world to wake up to.
I just asked my hair stylist how many percocets she'd do my hair for.
I am at 2.05 miles in under 11 minutes. So either this thing is broke or I should always work out wasted.
You hit on my mom and then passed out in the kiddie pool.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
What's life without a lamp shade you wore home?
Also, your vagina needs a time out and let your brain have a chance to make decisions.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
I'm going to crush up my last 7 Percocets into a fine powder and toss my popcorn in it.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
I don't want to get pregnant doggy style. That's sad.
It was dumb but not something to force me into sobriety
Just calling to thank you for not dying. I love you.
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