On friday while at the hotel bar by myself (creepy) I made friends w/ a millionaire who said he may be running for the position of mayor in richmond va (likely a lie). At one point during our discourse he asked if I was crazy. In the effort of full disclosure I looked him in the eye and said yes
I don't know what prompted his inquiry, clearly this man had impeccable intuition
it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
I am so horny I keep driving over the rumble strips... best half hour ever.
I walked in on him shirtless licking the mirror while talking to his reflection. So yes, I definitely want to do shrooms the next time you get them.
I don't know at least half of his name. I have officially become a statistic.
She deep throated me and when I woke up she made me pizza. I was full of emotions I started to cry.
Don't worry about it. Anal sex isn't always sunshine and wildflowers.
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
Just peed on my foot. Thank you Sunday hangovers.
Nothing like the soothing screaming of your neighbor getting boned while eating a pizza on the front porch.
On another note- any interest in going to a gay bar to hit on 19yr olds?
Started crying to "that's the way it is" by celine. What the fuck uterus?!
get your sex hands out of my capn crunch
Vacuum the place before you go out of town there are random glitter cocks everywhere
Sadly my Summer of Cocks is coming to an end
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