She just asked me if I was going to kiss her cat goodby too... This is why we don't stay till last call.
so the last visual we have of him for the next 87 weeks is him outside on the ground rolling around yelling I HATE BLOWJOBS
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
Honestly, it's not that easy picking a Saturday night outfit that can translate to Palm Sunday mass. Priorities.
No, but its not like diarrhea. i swear its like my intestines had a secret bank account and i just punched in the right pin.
Remember don't think of it as being an alcoholic until something bad happens.
Think of it as Mythbusters for people who say you're going to get arrested or die
you guys just sat there and simultaneously smoked bowls staring at each other... it was like a bowl off or something.
Just thought you should know I'm having a reunion tour of Athens this weekend. Minus the weird guy I was fucking last time.
Get your clothes on you are our DD for the night. The usual three way payment
We could have a classy candlelight sonic dinner with fireball cocktails if you leave now. Twat tickler centerpieces.
I found a video on my phone from last night... You got up on the table at McDonald's and screamed BURRITOOO!
Slept at my ex's best friends house while my ex was locked out and I walked by him sleeping in his car this am
O was like, nah, fuck 50-50. My version of bi is that i'm 80% gay, 20% drug-addled decisions. Apparently he's straight on hallucinogens.
...and with one comment dissing Hannibal Lecter, I suddenly understood why we never worked out.
He said he doesn't "believe" in cuddling. Can you come get me?
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