sorry i'm running a bit late. had to shave my brittney...was looking more like rapunzel. clearly i've been having a drought.
drank two beers while on the toilet at home during lunch break. new high or new low, not sure
last night i was so high that when a homeless person asked me for a dollar, i responded: dolla dolla bill ya'll.
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
I'm on his itunes. He has a sex playlist. It's actually not so much a playlist as 12 Kylie Minogue songs with a big gay Whitney finish.
This is like a relationship, I expect to be mind blown at least once a week.
Mystery lines found in a Pyrex dish in the back of my pantry at 415 am. No recall as to it's origin. Unidentifiable taste. Obviously I'm doing them
her dad gauges his nipple piercings.
gymnastic barn sex. fuck i wish i hadn't blacked out
The Universe is CLEARLY playing a bad joke on your sex life
At this point, if I'm not getting fucked by a man in ONLY cowboy boots, it's not worth it.
I'm more worried that you thought licking a pole on Bourbon street would turn me on
to drive Frat boys away, one just needs to cat-call at them. It makes their masculinity weaker, and yours stronger.
Are you drunk already?
Not already - at LAST.
The Adderall says yes, but my body says no.
Randomize
