I don't remember what your face looks like..
I don't remember your face either, just your dick.
He said if I stayed the night he'd take me to church in the morning.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
But Monday we'll be living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Also, I'm going to a champagne tasting.
id say bad/good trip...at first I wanted to claw off my skin... but then when i tried i ended up tickling myself for an hour.
He passed out naked in my bathroom, then took a shower, then passed out again and then took another shower. Last time I let my brother visit.
FUCK YOU. AH. FUCK BOTH OF US MORE BOOZE.
MAS TEQUILA.
it doesn't matter, he's just a life support system for his dick
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
I left my pipe in my center console with a bowl packed when I took my car to the shop, and when I picked it up the weed had been smoked, but my oil change was only half price.
I just watched in amazement as you had a full conversation about water temperature and bacteria with your pet goldfish.
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
I need to wear something that says I would have sex with you but I'm not going to
I would drive 12 hours round trip for you to have an orgasm, cause that's friendship
All the doctor said was why
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