Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
you're out of your mind
you look like daphne blake and he looks like fozzie bear
it's like he rubbed a lamp and wished you into existence
Plus she can make a mean sandwich! That's all I really need. Well that and foot jobs...
We decided to smoke and then made crosses on our foreheads for ash wednesday
mom would be proud
Just watched porn on a 60 inch plasma screen TV... So that's where the clitoris is
No. Cease was criminally insane from birthday shots, and not a lot of women want to go home from the bar with a guy who wants to "snuggle but keep it strictly professional".
U know when u get really drunk and u don't think anyone can see what your doing? If I'm that drunk the possibilities are endless
I just got three pairs of underwear free and a bathing suit for $20 by modeling them and letting the salesman grope me a bit.
It's great being a young gay man in Chicago!
currently working on a look that screams, "I'm dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the ride"
There's just no proper way to thank a man for that many consecutive orgasims.
If you keep giving me that glorious dick ill bake you some cookies
I'm making myself the patron saint of bisexuality
My sex life is driven by spite and alcohol
Left Las Vegas at 2:30 am, woke up at 11 AM at a Barstow gas station with the Valet from Ceaser' palace snoring in the backseat and no memory of how we got there. I felt like Raoul Fucjing Duke right then and there.
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