Is this a definitive no? All is forlorn? Such is fine, but i'm drunk and a sucker for concrete answers
I totally just used John Mayer's lyrics to get laid.
i can now get sex on a playground off my list of things to do in life.
The guy in front of me in Sociology is definitely working on my farm in farmville. Never met him before. Do I thank him?
Hey guess what I got for Valentine's day? Debt and blue balls.
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
No clues in my phone. Only dialed call: my own social security number. And that was before 10:00pm.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
Finally buying a camera. Missed out on recording a 3way last night. Hindsight. Ugh.
There's a certain feeling that only comes from wearing pearls to hide hickeys
yea talk to her if you feel up to it. Just remember who you are
Oh shit sorry I just gave lion king advice sorry not mufasa
My heart stopped for a sec, but I snorted what I believe was cocaine off the floor, and I'm back in the fight
We just don't discuss our relationships. It's pretty much like we're single no matter what to each other. And I'm okay with that. ¯\\(ツ)/¯
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
You had sex with a guy who has a purple beard last night. No Molly for a while, ok?
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