went out last night and woke up on the bathroom floor again, thinking about just moving my bed in there.
he bonged a 1/5 of jack and came back an hour later blacked out with a legitimate chicago firemans helmet
I think I just sold my virginity for plane tickets
it was like having sex with a tree stump
Why am I a bad person? You were the one trying to get people to eat tape.
I can't tell which way is up. Too many corners around his house too. An arbitary assimilation of edges.
Christ, I swear you are the high man's Dr. Seuss.
I JUST HAD PHONE SEX. WHILE TAKING A BATH. FOR AN HOUR. EATING A PLATE OF BURRITOS. TOP THAT SHIT.
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
I was like a migrating bird last night. Navigating on pure instinct. Don't remember how... but I made it home.
You just kept walking around in a circle saying "well played 6th street well played" before falling over.
I came in shy and timid. By the end of the night I hulked out broke two lamps, their coffee table, some plates, and still had sex.
It is a fiery spray of napalm-covered beautiful words that leave a flaming "fuck you" on the ground after I destroy him.
He wants me to tell you "my boner misses you"
Well, I guess my plans of staying around the apartment and drinking my weight in boxed wine are ruined. I have a date tonight.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
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