I can always tell I missed tequila night based on the hickeys on your neck man. Fucking call me.
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
I just want to fuck you then discuss implications of our existence afterwards. Then Doritos and hot tub.
They are fixing my bike for free, trying to smoke me out, and their kids keep hugging me.
god. I was just thinkin about the fact that there was a time in our life when we didn't drink.
We got naked and peed in the garden. Something about bonding with our new house
Not after That Night. No. I hate tequila. And it hates me. Very mutual hateship going on.
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
There is someone out there for you right now. And we will find her. Or him. Her. Her, we'll start with tits.
I won't let penises inside me if you won't let tequila inside you, deal?
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
When you sleep in the bathroom, you're no longer a guest.
Oh my god.. Saw a commercial for Captain Morgan. Made me gag a little bit.
He was a Cher impersonator. They are the draggest of queens
I'm floating on a rainbow and a purple elf is giving me advice. COME NOW!!!
Randomize
