i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
I just saw a girl walking up the hill with a little red wagon full of booze... I want to be in her study group.
If I can't get a one-legged man to love me, what the hell chance do I have with a NORMAL guy???
Three of the best words ever! Cocaine. Research. Study.
This guy at the party just introduced himself to me as "the guy who sat behind you on a plane last year"
We have a tower of vodka coming. OF VODKA
His body is just chiseled out of sex. I would let that man do anything to my body. Including fuck me while my parents watch
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
He is into some weird shit i walked in his room last night he was waving his hard dick around hitting shit yellin cock fight
What exactly do I say to a random stoner hookup to thank him for ending my dry spell? Is it awkward to just say "Thanks for that. It was well needed."
There was a trampoline and tequila. It was glorious.
Please note that in response to your post about your dog's jaws clamped hard around a stick, I did not comment, "Takes after his dad." You're welcome.
I think I should write my liver a thank you note. If it had my work ethic, I would be dead now.
So naked ping pong was a mistake... Looks like we were attacked by an octopus.
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