My brain says no but my pants say off.
He dyes his hair, fake tans and lies constantly. What did you really expect from him?
A better fuck for starters.
We saw some woman wearing leather pants. It was weird. We have decided to follow her on her travels to see where people go in leather pants in Michigan.
My morning has consisted of lying in a fetal position, eating a whole tub of ben and jerry's, talking to my cat, and setting all of our pictures on fire. Does that answer your question?
Thanks for stopping me from doing a one man keg stand by myself clad in only a towel. that probably wouldve ended badly.
I just sent you a google doc listing all the reasons why I should stop hooking up with him. Feel free to add to it.
I HAVE A PIGEON IN MY JACKET.
If the blood belongs to whoever dumped glitter all over my couch than the motherfucker got what was coming to them. If not, I hope they're ok.
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
I just encountered the same creepy guy I showed you, he jumped inside the dumpster screaming.
I mean I'm into guys with money but more into guys I'm actually attracted to
yeah i guess i'd rather he was hot than rich
wow i don't know if that qualifies as growing up but if it does i'm all in
But for real though. That weed tastes like the jolly laughter of Santa Claus.
That's brilliant but could get us arrested. Give me shots until I shout LET'S DO THIS
All I did was call him a fucker when he took my pot. He didn't have to arrest me.
I haven’t taken my socks off in over 36 hours. I should add that to my bumble profile.
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