I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
I got her a Nickelback box set.
ok watching intervention on tv. when i hit rock bottom - i wanna be THIS chick.
What the hell did I do to get youtube to recommend a video for me called "how to increase your chances of getting pregnant"?
I went online and donated $30 to his walk-a-thon as a "sorry I puked in your bed last night"
There were two girls and a guy on a bed and now i can put porn director on my resume.
I'll be there soon. I expect Advil and a bucket of kittens when I arrive.
Apparently I'm ahead in the foot race to his dick because I'm not insane. If I'd have known that's all it took, I'd have worn sweat pants more often.
My night started to turn around the time I started calling her a "raggedy cunt".
Somehow she got that I meant it as a term of endearment.
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
We have your weave and dirt in our room.
at any given day I am at least 60% invested in my work. today I am staggered around 3.5%
you're the only girl i know who can be too sick to walk to the kitchen and still have enough game to receive multiple orgasms
So I got offered a job this morning based on being a "good role model for girls" and I am drunk at 330 in the afternoon in "celebration." sometimes, life is insane. But not so bad.
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
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