another moral hangover. fuck.
like what am i supposed to say "im thinking of how bad that sex was"?
he's making romantic advances towards me. and he has a pet snake. 2nd part not relevant, but interesting.
so when i dont talk to her she talks to herself...idk whats worse
It's like if you got one of your titties chopped off...think of how much one would miss the other...that's how I feel when we're apart. A tit with no twin.
I am trying to think of a way to tell him about thanksgiving and the following weekend in a way that makes me sound funny and exciting and not like an alcoholic
Was almost hungover and got scared, skipped hungover, back to hammered. Fuck real life
He is just a personification of a vodka hangover.
Yes. Sex with questionable women, and made of potatoes.
I even got my dealer to make gluten free special cookies ;-)
No it was good. I serenaded the holding cell occupants with a fabulous rendition of Making Love out of Nothing at all. It was fucking amazing!
Like we were literally doing coke off his insulin pump
And I'm only telling you that because I really wanted to use 'my boyfriend' and 'dick biscuit' in the same sentence.
This dudes playing guitar and singing outside our window and he's like "ravioli is beterrrrrrr than tortelliniIii cause tortelliniiii is shaped like fucking ears"
Just leave a note saying "riding dick see you in the mornig"
Do you think if I explain to her I want to have loud, unprotected sex with her sister she'll understand?
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