I just punched cris angel in the balls. I have photos.
Dude manswers just said that a guy can only cum up to eight times in one day. I'm gonna prove that show wrong.
ha well at least you have goals.
I made a mac n' cheesicle. Better in my head than in real life. Gonna keep smoking to see if it gets better.
some guy just walked up to the bench i was on, backflipped off of it, gave me his number and walked away....i love this city
I know what youre going to say and vodka only explains half of my sitation
UPDATE: lighting the grill with Bacardi. Haven't slept. Forgot the hamburger buns. Almost out of our eighth handle.
I don't even care that his girlfriend will be there. Us hooking up is a tradition and she will NOT ruin it.
We are finally out of the honeymoon stage of the relationship because it turns out that you can't come back from peeing on me in your sleep.
Also, beer. Big fan.
i want to live in a society where a 20 year old can wear pigtails and not get them called handlebars, because i look fucking adorable in them.
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
of course we called 911. an innocent mans booze was at steak
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
Don't let me publish my memoir unless "hurt my ankle drunk irish dancing" is at least the title of a chapter because that is really the whole story of my life.
Well I found my neighbors on tinder if you're wondering how my night went
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