Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
I drowning out her crying with songs from the Beatles it's good for us both. She relives her 30s and i dont have to hear her cry
i just rolled a joint on the giving tree. that book has given me so much.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
I stole another quarter from the bathroom. I'm slowly getting rich drinking here.
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
I can't tell which way is up. Too many corners around his house too. An arbitary assimilation of edges.
Christ, I swear you are the high man's Dr. Seuss.
i was like his sober eyes girls would come up to us, show us theirs and if approved by me blew him, if rejected they went to my truck with a bottle of patron
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
A little sexual choking never killed anyone. And if it did, they died happy.
that almost beats the chick I saw smoking a joint while uni-cycling past my house at 4am. Almost.
You'll pass into the great gay beyond
Where it rains cosmopolitans and scantily clad gogo dancers of all genders direct traffic
Before he gave me the breathelizer, he told me to "blow like you're blowing your boyfriend". I like him. My tax dollars are well spent
Why do I always have at least 8 men with whom I am conducting some sort of poorly planned love experiment?
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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