please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
I'm half single.
Please tell me it's the bottom half.
turns out a healthy dose of cleavage is the equivalent of a swig of felix felicis
There is still throw up in my sink from before break. God I missed this place
aw he's cute...not in a i wanna rip his clothes off way more of a put him in my pocket and keep him as a pet
And occasionally lick whipped cream off them abs
Exactly.
I'm fucked up. I can't drink anymore. We stole a cat.
I think drinking everclear was a better idea than taking a night class.
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
You tried to sit down... There was a distinct lack of couch.
I was just doing the math on how much beer we need for the houseboat. in doing so, I came to the conclusion that we need to open a beer distributor business.
I felt like a personal hot pocket and all I could taste was cigarettes.
He walked up to anal ring toss like he was going to win you a teddy bear
he said he was going to fuck me like a rabbit in heat. What he should have said was faster then a train and over before a commercial
My drug dealer was just on ESPN..
It's routine now. He comes home from work and i ride him like a cowgirl with only a few sips of wine. I love being his neighbor.
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