The parties out here are fucking awesome and I've got the grades to prove it.
when a girl feels in her heart, the way she feels in her vagina, anything is possible.
He passes out, I smoke his kush. All's fair in love and a disappointing lack of sex.
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
Was that picture taken before or after I supposedly punched him in the face?
Also: how drunk is your brother? He just left me a message as batman.
This girl has a mullet weave. I missed oakland.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
Neither a grow-er nor a show-er. More like a no-er. If he didn't have testicles, I'm not sure you could tell he was a male, even standing there naked. There will be no second date.
Just set out 2 water bottles as an offering to my hungover self.
The number of mornings I actually have to say out loud to myself "you must put pants on and go to work" to get motivated is...troubling.
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
I was just thinking about if my bath water turned to jello and got a little freaked out
If there was a gecko involved in your BDSM I'm gonna have to request that not happen when we live together ;)
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