Dude sorry i couldnt seem to spell any words right in the texts i sent you last night
I felt like a fucking code breaker.
laying in bed listening to christian music, jealous of the hope they have for their life. also need to beat off, can i think about you?
Brickbreaker makes my post drinking poops that much better. Sorry, I had to tell someone who might agree.
There's a very real possibility that I'll wake up in your uncle's driveway.
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
I thought of you this morning when I woke up in a bed with a girl wrapped in duct tape dressed as a coors light can.
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
Matt says that there are strip club auditions in our living room and he'd like you to audition.
Drunken snow shoveling. Visiting my family is starting to become a seriously risky venture.
You rode your bike four miles to my house. Yelled "I'm so high!" Then crashed into his car. It's a problem.
I'm facebook/twitter stalking the guy I just slept with as he's passed out next to me. What a time to be alive...
i survived drinking for 24 hours, an 8 ball of cocaine and a threesome. I think you can handle moving.
was i wearing any clothes at that point?
socks and a thong
I am real keen for none of this to be taken out of context so let’s just shut it down right now
he's fucking insane. he's worse than me. is that even possible? I'm only with him because his dick is huge. I need Jesus.
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