Its like common courtesy of dating, the guy pays for the weed, just like dinner
I should have some sort of frequent buyer card or something. I just bought my third bottle of Captain this week. It's Wednesday.
i think i just put your shirt on , but i don't remember . my body can't decide if it wants to move in slow motion or fast forward
I can't really talk right now. I'm getting on a plane to Oregon to go give a guy a bj. I'll see you in three days.
so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.
I'm eating the rest of the Xmas shrooms and welcoming 2012 by communing with the pine cone.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
Quick! What do I wear on a 4 hour road trip with an older guy in the army I had pantomime sex with in a hotel a few months ago?
She's like an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, tossed in miller light, inside a question. Nobody can explain a Heather.
yeah...that's gonna come up in court
There is a hatefuck that has the destruction level of an atom bomb raging through my viens just aching to vaporize her.
Somehow she is more off limits now than when she was his girlfriend
i just want a position where we can lock up like some sort of sexual megatron and go the whole night that way
There's times when I just want to bottle my farts for later they're so insane.
You left me a note that said "The Earth is blowing up. Bring the Rosé." WTF.
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