So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
It's like a parade of train wrecks.
Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
He told me he had herpes after I put his hotdog in my mouth
today's thought: if you're naming your fb album "wEdDiNg dAy!!!!!!" you're too young to get married
There are some college kids out at 4 in the morning dragging each other on a sled behind a bike. its too entertaining to call the cops
i'm just going to get a pitcher of margarita. sober up by 10. and then do my accounting project
There's a really old guy here with a really young girl. I'm guessing he has to make choo choo train noises to get his dick in her mouth.
Also, no joke, I think that raccoon hair is still in my eye from last night.
I imagine it like the scene in Sorceror's Stone, but instead of flying keys, it's flying dicks.
That is a dream.
On a scale of 1 to 10 how concerned should I be
Talked to the dude for a hour . I now know where he lives, his occupation, his goals, his dreams and what his dick looks like.
he came with me to get plan b but they didn't have any. when I started crying he said "come on it's not that bad.. ill go get sandwiches from the vending machine and we'll have our first meal together as a family"
All I know is I woke up in the back seat of my car, with the engine on, and my gps navigated to florida.
No. No. Fuck you! You can do your own grocery shopping.
Randomize
