girls mom is dying from cancer and she msgs me for a booty call. I guess people cope with their situations differently.
its fine. mom just made me chug a long island. and made a crying face when i balked. we'll talk tomorrow.
We sat on the porch laughing about hilarious the sunrise was. And that we can do drugs again in the morning, thank god
Just got home and found him passed out with his ass stuck in a Rubbermaid garbage can. He must have been like that for a few hours
I couldn't find the bathroom last night...so I wrapped myself in the curtains and stuck my butt out the window and peed from two stories up. Thank god I don't remember.
He blacked out at the first bar and passed out at the second...we just carried him to bar three and four and sat him in the lounge chairs, he said we're amazing
He asked me if I wanted to play "Edouard Mandevan," turns out that's French for Edward Winehands
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
Just so you know my hand is still healing from where you drunkenly clawed me last Saturday
I never thought I'd have to apologize for tasting like absinthe and cheetos before tonight
I was mad at him...then I jerked off. Now I'm over it. Orgasms fix everything, I swear.
He was simultaneously rubbing my shoulders and fucking me. I'm keeping him.
HE IS. YOU SHOULD TOUCH HIS BACK.
IT IS A COURTSHIP RITUAL.
THE MUTUAL BUTT TOUCH IS SACRED.
But unlike the human Walter the plant Walter will someday grow to satisfy my needs
It's like a donut of clothes around a pair of heels. Like they were transported to another dimension naked.
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