I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
he referred to my room as the tit cave...
Not cool at all. Last night I organized my condoms by expiration date. I need to get laid.
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
My patience ran out after you started clapping at the strippers everytime they took off a piece of clothing.
There are pre-booty call contracts for a reason. I have no intention of calling you tomorrow.
Do you need my fax number or something?
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
Drunk me forgot I'm not an 18yr old raver anymore. Adult me is now in pain.
Eating nacho cheese off the carpet. How is your morning?
I'm to the point that I've had the revelation that its physically impossible for my arms to be attached to my torso.
I bet he'd be real motivational during sex. And he'd probably make you call him superman.
Am I really that high, or did I just spray febreeze outside ?
im in the post action - pre consequence stage.
Our entire day shift is on either molly or acid. I'm about to take two hits of the latter.
Last time i cooked this high i tried to makw bacon amd then burned myselfbon the grill, only to realize 25min latwr when the bacon wouldnt cook that the grill wasn't on. I IMAGINED the burn.
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