what is it about summer that misdirects my moral compass so much?
my mouth smells like i just ate out a crab.
I took my vicodin with tequila. I can FEEL gravity...
He started making shapes and faces with his cock and balls.... apparently if you wrap the shaft with your balls and turn it 90 degrees to the left it looks like a hamburger
it's sunday funday. and also, who can outslut the other day.
He woke up licked his hand and put it on my vag and went back to sleep. This is twice this week and its only wednesday
It feels like I'm breathing out my heart and it spreads through my limbs to my fingertips.
dude you said you were going to be a human flag and climbed the telephone pole and fell in front of a car
Honestly I think at this point I purposefully schedule nothing on Sundays anymore so I can spend all day wallowing in my shame.
Nothing is worse than post drunken playoff baseball loss sex
She hash-tagged my name. I think it's safe to say that she remembers our hookup.
Make sure you plan your visit for October. That's ACL festival, it's like every Bro in the country converges on Austin. My vagina wants to go hunting.
Crying on the toilet and taking a shit. This is what being an adult is about
I need to get off of her emotional roller coaster. I've been on it for a fucking year and I've been throwing up the entire time.
He has a bear rug in his room. I'm going to ask if we can have sex on it. Wilderness sex.
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