Don't threaten to terrorize my ass hole unless you have to wherewithal to back it up
Yeah i'm definitely friends with drunk kyle, not sober kyle.
3rd rule of buttsex she must be clean and shower recently
and skipped dinner
They left at like 4. I got up to help clean their house this morning and we found his pants. No ones heard from him, we're all a little scared.
I think her version of saying goodnight was being flung over a guys shoulder as he said, "Bitch. You don't need no shoes."
Steve called. He needs me to pick him up. He also asked for a set of his clothes, he can't find them. He is such a strong motivation to stay sober.
I just think that exercising will really get in the way of my painkiller induced nap time rituals. There's gotta be a better way.
According to the red cross, I'm not suppose to do anything strenuous for the next 24 hours. That means you're on top.
I guess that means I was blowing a nerd last week.
And loving it.
meanwhile at my house I found 2 bud heavys in the back of my book shelf crammed between a Franklin book and goodnight moon
He said he's in to distance fucking. I thought he just mean long durations. We fucked on a towel all the way down his tile hallway accross his kitchen and into the living room
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
Let's get drunk and take out your tonsils tonight
Also Fuck you Stephen King and Fuck the horse you rode in on, making me cry In front of my coworkers.
And somehow in between all the vomitting you managed to mumble "Well this is attractive!" And I swear that's when I fell in love. Best. First. Date. Ever!
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