i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
When we talk. Remind me of these topics, photoshop, my bday, threesomes, and cherekee indians. I swear these are real topics...
New topics to add when we talk, sweden, boxing, and the band journey
i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"...
He is drunkenly eating my teddy grahms and making little growling noises as he bites the head off of each one.
The drunken tricycle race really added some class to the Tour de Franzia. Until everyone wiped out and started puking.
I take your lack of response to mean that your hands are taped to 40 ounces of something.
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
The maid moved your bed and found almost 40 used condoms and wrappers. She just looks at me and says "Dave?"
You're just gonna have to make the sacrifice man.
I'm trying to hide in the table.
I was woke up by the fucking Star Spangled Banner this morning. I sat up in bed and put my hand over my naked heart. I was so confused
Ps I think male models just broke down outside or maybe gay German sex travelers
I just meant the frequency of your blow jobs on a flow chart wouldn't look too promising
I'm going to get drunk, come back, call my grandma, and eat all those scrambled eggs.
She keeps comparing me to her favorite dildo and I don’t know if I’m flattered or creeped out
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