so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I probably should have cut it off when he started putting queso on my nipples, but within ten minutes I was a self-serve burrito bar.
I should just tell him this. He doesn't need to be all nice and ask me on dates and to do gay stuff like hangout during the day. I'll still sleep with him regardless.
There's a paramedic out here, what have you done?
You were humming mission impossible as we ran from the cops
I'm so glad we both made out with him though. I feel like that really brought us together
Netflix keeps asking me if I'm still watching just because I've been sitting here all afternoon...why do I feel like my tv is judging my life choices?
You don't know reunion panic until you've exfoliated your butt cheeks.
The shrooms have turned on carrie. Change of plans. We're getting stoned and finding bacon.
I just want to sing to him and rub baby oil on his head
You were a for sure 10. You put on a traffic cone to meet someone.
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
Compositionally, that's actually a really nice picture.
And your penis looks really nice too.
Why is there a condom in my ukulele?
You just can't go back to being friends with someone after you sucked their balls
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