On friday while at the hotel bar by myself (creepy) I made friends w/ a millionaire who said he may be running for the position of mayor in richmond va (likely a lie). At one point during our discourse he asked if I was crazy. In the effort of full disclosure I looked him in the eye and said yes
I don't know what prompted his inquiry, clearly this man had impeccable intuition
That explains waking up with one hand in the toilet and the other in the trash can
Grape juice and vodka is NOT wine.
Our adventure is going to pick up his pipe and weed that he ditched when he got pulled over the other day.
HOT DATE.
if you were drunk and peed in your friend's washing maching, would you send an "i'm sorry" text or say nothing at all?
all hypothetical of course
FYI don't ever, ever get a lap dance from a stripper who says " she's having a bad day " at a bachelor party.
I am literally missing a chunk of eyelashes. That's how fun it was.
How many folks do you know who bring coke to a dinner party. Seriously.
I walked home with an awkward asain couple. There was a language barrier but I think we're friends now.
attractive or not, he has more than one book on serial killers. i'm gonna get out of here while i can
BTW send me your address and size of condoms you wish your lover was-- "if you build it, they will come"
I just got three pairs of underwear free and a bathing suit for $20 by modeling them and letting the salesman grope me a bit.
It's great being a young gay man in Chicago!
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
I genuinely attribute some of my blowjob skills to playing saxophone in highschool
Randomize