apparently my drunken alterego is a lazyeyed bisexual.
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
What's the point in getting all dressed up and going when i'm just gonna throw up on myself by midnight?
I can't wait for round whatever # we're on tonight.
we are out of drugs. and patience. please bring former.
Hahaahaah I keep finding little notes you left me on my physics notes... "TOO HIGH FOR BIRDS"
you were wearing a pair of wings and handing out McDonalds apple pies, if anyone refers to you as the "Rave Fairy" you now know why.
THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
Power went out. She lit a candle and gave me head. Made some pretty impressive candlelight cocksucking shadowpuppets. Must be what porn was like in olden times.
She dresses cool and she's mean. And she has fake boobs I feel like I can relate to her on so many levels.
I would feel worse for you if you weren't waking up between a pair of double Fs that attached to a classically trained chief. Im still jacking off eating hot pockets.
It's like my uterus needs a hug... and anti depressants
UVE SEEN MY TITS OKAY STOP CRYING
I'm intrigued by how his mouth tasted the same as his dick.
I skipped the handshake and went right for a dickshake I had him minutes after I saw him.
Don't read too much into what I just sent. I love you, always have, but I'm drunk and sorry for the confusion.
Which part? The boyfriend or the sex?
Boyfriend. SEX IS ON!!!
Randomize
