I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
For real. Like, if I ever had to choose a last meal, I would just choose to get high and eat whatever was around.
That adds atleast one bjs worth of awkward sexual tension between us.
He just called shotgun on the way to the squad car.
Just found a "how to get laid" book on the dresser and am now a victim of method number 16 corollary 7.
You threw a hot dog at his face...I wouldn't call you either.
I am getting drunk. And i'm going to paint my face and slide down the stairs like Pochahontas. Goodbye
You carried me up the stairs after I told you not to. And what did you tell me? "Let me test my strengths."
He picked me up in the very car he devirginized me in, his moms toyota.
As a gentleman, I asked her if she was sure and she just whispered "wreck me" in my ear. I took that as a green light.
I'm not sure. But a mason jar of drug free urine just as soon as anyone can would be so awesome.
Based on your 5AM twitter activity I gather you found MORE FREE COKE??
HIS BALLS ARE HEAVEN SENT FROM THE VELVET ANGLES.
Anytime he goes down on me i automatically think of you cheering me on. Your a good friend.
I'm so hungry and so lazy that I'm seriously considering ripping into that packet of cream cheese in my nightstand.
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