Sooo... I woke up in the shower this morning. It was on.
I found out 2day that my dad was a stripper in New Oleans.
something came early last nite... and lemme tell u it wasn't christmas...
i've been thru my totinos phase. then after reading the ingredients and nutritional info i almost puked in my mouth. its like having the bastard child of pizza hut and mcdonalds invade your kitchen and start stabbing your digestive system.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
I just realized that he was my first random hookup that didnt cause a massive breakup or divorce. Im starting to grow up
I may be a little fuzzy on this, but I think at some point I said something about being a generous lover.
you duct taped a twenty to your thigh just in case and passed out.
Dont tell her I prefer to have an aura of mystique surronding me and my penis.
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
ugh... fuck pirate breakfast. my head is like thirsty.
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
I ran into a wall that clearly had things popping out. My eyebrow was bruised, both arms, the bottom of my foot. Lost half of my finger nail, my fake eyelash was stuck in my hair and I have about 47 blurry pictures of a half naked zombie DJ.
I HAVE A FLAME THROWER. COME SEE IT. IT’S SAFE AND WORKS.
Come cuddle! I'll be passed out somewhere in the library. It'll be like a scavenger hunt!
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