And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
he referred to my room as the tit cave...
You guys need to stop introducing me as "the girl you shared"
I woke up because I was nodding to the dream question of "would you like a sombrero?"
We hung out in the bathroom the whole time and talked about sex and watched some girl pee. If you don't believe I was there, check the bathtub for bread crust.
We have sex, then we talk about foreign policy. Its a win-win.
Minus the pink eye. Do I look fuckable tonight?
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
Let me stew on this while im plucking my nipple hairs and showering.
It's like a challenge who can be the biggest embarrassment to the family. I win 80% of the time.
I am the sex elephant in the room. Again.
Hey. My eyes swollen shut and I can't find my shoes. How was your night?
correction: my vagina hates that I'm smart.
I saw the attitude and didn't even try. Line of the night from one guy who talked with them for a while said, "I don't meet you standards. I have a job and would treat you well." She was blank faced.
You kept chewing on the empty milk carton and saying "kitty" over and over again. It was an interesting night.
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