awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
Apparently Sundays are the worst days for your friends to get their head split open and need stitches...there's only 1 doctor on duty
I don't think I own any pants that haven't seen his bedroom floor anymore...
I can already almost taste penis in my mouth
I think ill wear my dads dashiki but make it sluttier. We shall see
We have started to decorate penises.
I threw up a lot of peanut butter last night.
I spend so much of my life shaving my body hair off and I want nothing more than his beard in all my hairless places.
He left cushions on my floor, chocolate on my bra and unexplained scratches on my thighs. I think this one might get a second date.
You hit your head and proceeded to fall in the floor, curl up in my lap and make me rock you like a small infant. I was beginning to worry until you started to sing "Rock me momma like a wagon wheel".
So now your dad has seen my tits. You could have told me he was coming by to help paint.
I didn't think you'd be painting the kitchen topless.
I couldn't find a shirt I was willing to ruin.
..and by hang out i don't mean fucking then going back home i mean let's get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.
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GODDAMNIT WHY AM I MISSING THIS
(919) the date's not going well. He's on his phone talking about his eBay amine shit...
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