So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
The funny thing is... I'm about to go to the store to buy WD-40 and condoms... That's it.
And before you ask they are unrelated purchases.
For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
we should look into getting a golf cart for the weekend. i have a feeling legs wont be a sufficient source of transportation.
She is still a psychotic unstable bitch, and is therefore PERFECT drinking game fodder
Handcuffs are allowed in carry on luggage :) just checked
id one day like to live in a world full of emotionless and wonderfully fullfilling sex...
After the keg stand you collapsed, hit your head on the floor, started seizing and after 20 seconds got back up and said "hah, I remember my first beer"
Sitting in my car feasting on the spoils of Taco Bell as Donna Lewis croons "I love you, always forever." A more perfect moment will never exist.
I see your boobs were ready to greet the new year.
A legendary roster of degenerates has been assembled.
I feel like your boyfriend deserves to know that you're a lesbian.
Ha. Yeah that's all I found you with this morning. Butt ass naked w my robe across your lap and your arms thrown back in handcuff position.
I pointed at him and said “there goes mr fuckwad”
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