all I remember was being half naked drinking water on my hands and knees from her dogs water bowl.
You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
thanks for leaving the note with the doctor's recommendations for my lip, they are dissolvable stitches right?
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
Just heard the words 'Pussy Riot' on NPR...I almost crashed my car.
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
If I don't have the money by then, I'll pay you in sex.
It's going to be 23.5 times of sex and 19 blow jobs. I just googled it.
Turns out the guy I peed on gave me a ride back to my dorm this morning.
You are a god.
We're having Wednesday-night goat-night at the bar.
It's hard to explain...
we talked about the guy being eaten by the anaconda.. Then I proceeded to blow him
Just because I stayed up all night betting on Australian Horse Racing doesn't mean I have a gambling program.
I'm kind of upset that he wanted to have sex instead of watch Harry Potter. I mean it's Harry fucking potter.
I went from swearing off of sex to planning a threesome. It's been a rollercoaster of a day.
He is obviously into the really short sex we have.
God. Spice Girls is now grocery store demographic. Kill me.
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