today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
She is putting glow sticks from her bedroom to the bathroom. She is calling it 'Being prepared'. God help us all tonight...
he got a charlie horse midthrust which triggered my orgasm we're still sorting this out.
Btw if you ever get emails that pretty much contain 'bwahhhhh jatkkvsweuo' it's safe to assume it's me.
Post walk of shame: realized the underwear I put on when I left was another girl's underwear.... woof
Whatever she smells like compost and feathers.
I believe they call that patchouli.
I just used a VHS tape as a plate for sanwich
I'm going through a really dark time right now
I don't want to hear it man. I just jerked it to a pic of my ex wife in a bikini. Buck up
it is my last wish that my tale be published posthumously as a warning to anyone thinking of eating burger king at nine am
I feel like we need to find him and explain that if the two of them would just fuck he'd understand.
The last thing I need is a possessed urethra.
he was wearing a pyjama shirt under a dress shirt under a hoodie under a robe under a rain poncho the man was prepared for anything
Texting people and counting condoms..we have like fourteen. Goal for this week: use all of them
I want to disappear from this job like a fart in the wind.💨
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