I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
jusi got death stares at taco bell because I asked if Denise was working.
we found him in the shower with a bottle of jose saying "this is Mexico's fault"
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
Just met another girl you fucked but this time in seattle. Your cock gets almost as much mileage as jet blue. Anaheim and seattle both say hi, figured you don't remember their names.
I always enjoy the bewildered gaze as I buy chips, salsa and beer @ 0745.
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.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
If you were more comfortable around gay men, then you too could get wasted at the gay dance club and go home with hot girls.
My RA just sigh me high as fuck acting like a zombie and scratching at my door. Thoughts?
You never know true fear until you're on your period in a house full of white furniture.
tonight at the bar some people told me that I have a sprit following me around.. that's the kind of shit that you laugh off till you're home alone.
You can say goodbye to our security deposit.
Already? What he do?
Opened a bag of topsoil at the party and spread it all over the living room. TOPSOIL!
He motorboated me, gave me a business card congratulating me on my motorboat, then disappeared into the night.
Find him and marry him.
So chicken strips and confidence do not you make you sober.
Randomize
