As we walked into his room, he said welcome to the hurt locker. I should have left, but I love that movie.
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
We call it lazy sex. We just lay next to each other and help each other masturbate. that way we can both be on bottom.
just heard a glass bottle fall in lecture and my first thought was to yell party foul.....is it friday yet?
I'm cheerleading for traffic. people are staring. Why am i the only high person on the way to class?
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I told her my hands were paint brushes and her vagina was my canvas
I flashed some kids doing a church car wash. I feel like I really improved the quality of their lives.
Not bad. Ran into Carlo. He shared a story about a sailor who got gonorrhea in his eye. It made me feel better about myself.
I wrote myself a note last night telling me to tell you that you're the best person ever, and asking you not to tell me what I did, I think I'm trusting my drunk judgment on that one.
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
Wanna buy a dildo with me during your lunch break tomorrow?
She is either doing really drawn out crunches or trying to sniff her boobs...She's lying on her back with her hand behind her head, forcing her head into the cleavage that's ok to expose and then moves her head back and then does it again.
Had a dick customer and the words "eat my ass" slipped out. He proceeded to lick his lips and say present it. I think it's time I quit.
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