So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
And then he came out of the bathroom in a kimono
just fed a duck at the lake a weed brownie. it hasnt moved in 20 minutes.
All I remember was yelling at him, "Its becasue of people like you that it took us so long to get to the moon!"
All I know is that it's pretty damn mean to put a glass wall in a bar.
He upper decked the toilet, got himself lit on fire 6 times and lit 4 other people on fire in the course of 3 days.
Im about to shotgun a beer using my mother's knitting needles. home sweet home.
Now I know he's not trying to fuck me. He took me to lunch at White Castle.
I like to think it's an accomplishment that I can relate my life to a T-pain song
I can not say for certain that I did not blow someone in the bathroom at the bar at some point.
After sex he cried I didn't know what to do so I patted him on the back and went to the kitchen to make waffles
He hasn't texted me back since last week when we sexted. I think telling him I wanted to choke him with chains was a bit much for our first time.
gay sex achievement: unlocked
what
you told me you were going out for groceries!!
I want to be a supportive friend to her, but I also want to sleep with her ex now that he's single.
I think I'd rather see her get hit by a car in one of those Russian dash cam videos on YouTube.
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