We owe the rent and you're unemployed...you're in no financial position to flirt with cocaine addiction.
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
Going abroad, it was like my vagina was in a candy store... a sweet sweet british candy store
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
I just realized I have yet to puke in your new apartment. Clearly we're doing something wrong. On my way over with Cuervo as I type.
Dude, it's not gay. It's winter.
I have to take a quiz before midnight. Trying to decided if its a better idea to take it now when I'm stoned or later when I'm drunk.
woke up to a family dragging me under their beach umbrella, they poured water on me bc they "thought I was dead" then fed me quesadillas and nursed me back to health... gotta love Cabo
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
I told him if he ever gets a "wink" text from me after 10:00pm to assume I really mean "we should be hooking up by 2:30am"
A fair warning: I don't think a cop will let you off the hook just because your birthday is on New Year's Eve
He sent me a pic stitch collage of all the tit pics I had sexted him this month. It was so sweet!
Dick is the cure to depression. I'm almost positive. And cough syrup.
You've been inside me, dude. There's no such thing as TMI.
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
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