i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
I drank so much Goldschläger last night, I could shit a necklace.
My vagina is so ashamed right now. It won't even look at me.
I just made a friends list on fb of all the guys ive hooked up with. genius.
Her pussy was so beautiful. That's what I'LL miss the most. Not the omelets. You're the roommate, obviously our priorities on this situation are vastly different.
I'm looking at some sugar baby profiles to get some insight on what we're up against.
Last night was a "wash hands with dog shampoo" kind of night
I'm home, and it turns out she didn't get it all. still picking Oreos out of my pubes.
Sitting on the toilet ... Eatin pizza with one hand, petting my cat with the other. I love a sad drunken life
This wine tastes amazing. It's like a fermented hug.
It's such a sad loss when a hot guy finds Jesus and grows a neckbeard
I am attempting to break the habit of calling him daddy.
I got some blow and a hand job from one of the strippers. So I guess I'm getting over the divorce.
I'm still thinking about that amazing orgasm last night. I literally heard angels singing "Hallelujah!!"
His nipple licking is glorious
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