well most of my day revolves around power hour
I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
The cereal milk was almost black, the bacon was still frozen and the toast was soggy. And that was BEFORE I puked in her lap.
You made a list of reasons why you should be on fear factor. You came up with 2 reasons: "I like fear" and "I am fear"
i was wearing footie pjs. how could there be confusion as to who i hooked up with, thats not something you forget
You sat on my knee, like Santa, while I peed.
Daquari drive throughs 24 hours a day. LORD HAVE MERCY
There should be a rule. If your dick is under 6 inches, you are not allowed to dress as Thor.
On a not really funny at all but kinda brighter note I've gotten really good at texting in hand cuffs
its like my brain is a tree and you are those little cookie elves
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
And I just got smacked in the face by my cat. Apparently I'm supposed to be awake now.
If anyone needs me I'll be in the bathtub, eating fast food and shooting straight vodka while I seriously evaluate my life choices and cry.
Pretty sure that I just proved those labels that say "non-flammable" wrong. totally unrelated, We just made your futon fly with a shitload of fireworks
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