im vomiting on the 4th floor cause no one knows me there
The bathroom is trashed. Someone took down all the rings of the shower curtain and Scott threw up on the curtain liner. All the soap and shampoo is in the guest bedroom and the lightbulbs are in a drawer. And there are vom footprints.
Anne I just took two ambiens. I think my body is melting into my blow up bed. Like a stick of butter just slowly melting. And I'm alright. Don't be afraid. I'll be alright.
And the funny thing is when I went to the kitchen this morning, all 4 pizzas were still there in their boxes, untouched. My question to you is: what were we eating last night?
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
Based off the amount of cat hair on my poncho....i stole a cat last night.
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
My philosophy professor just told the class that he is suspicious of dolphins. The stoner in front of me totally gets it. I need to start getting high for this class.
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
I have to stop letting him stay all weekend. I feel like a cored apple.
I knew full well that at some point during the night my penis would be out with this costume choice
your life is not complete until you watch a gaggle of murderous clowns dance to gangnam style.
also, what is the correct term for a shit ton of clowns?
I thought you might think I was an idiot who thought cock rings prevent STDs,
So apparently last night while I was drunk I read him erotic fanfiction while he was eating me out. He stopped every now and then to give me feedback.
He ate me out in a limo while we were driving home. I love bars being open again!
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