I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
At least I wasn't still dressed as a bottle of dom perignon when they took me to the ER
Let's play, "guess how long my Neighbours have been watching me dance naked".
Yeah. I don't think I have anything left in me tho. I think I was throwing up tangible memories at one point.
That's not as bad as watching a dumb ass drunk peeing into your window fan -
Oh ya, I forgot to tell you, last night I woke up to the sound of you peeing on the floor next to the fridge, didn't remember until now. Have fun at Dayton!
Sex is always the answer.
Especially if the question is: what have I not had this year?
The more I piece together last night the more I want to vomit it out of my brain.
mom how many of the songs from my childhood are mexican drinking songs?
all of them.
I feel like it is our duty to make homophobic people more afraid of us. They're never going to change, but maybe we can get to a "wrath of god" kind of worship-him-or-he'll-destroy-you-with-his-care-bear-stare type thing.
Fuck you. I've got onesies to keep me warm at night. And this bottle.
He asked if we were going to take advantage of his drunken state. When we said no he tired to show us what we were missing out on. It was so sad it almost made him cute.
I was totally going to fuck him and then his friend walked in brushing his teeth, whipped down his pants and started doing the windmill. Ultimate cock block
I’d feel the same about religion. We can talk about it, but I want you to go down on me first
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