since we're both too lazy to go to each others house, you drink there, i'll drink here and we'll skype. it's the same thing.
Just got done reading an 11 page essay for class. Took me three fucking days and the only thing I have highlighted is the name "Alexander Cockburn"
Whatever. I'll let someone else deal with his flacid penis.
You suck. You're fired. I need to find a less reasonable voice-of-reason.
it's sad when i round the corner and the dog goes directly for the liquor store
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
Lets play hurricane shelter. And the shelter is my bed, and we forgot our clothes.
I realized after pounding back 151 and head banging into each other to "the drop" of that dub step song, that we weren't meant to have boyfriends at this point in time.
Best ethics paper a stoner could write. I called my professor Dr. Superfly Arandia. And I'm pretty sure I used "respect the hustle" somewhere in there too.
I'm definitely not at Wal-Mart eating jalapeno poppers with an elevated blood alcohol content
yea plus he's gonna be wearing his gumby costume so that'll take a lot of pressure off too
...I watched him run on the beach yesterday and I think I started ovulating
I haven't heard from him yet. He's either still asleep (which is entirely plausible..... There wasn't much sleeping happening last night) or he's robbing me blind. But I have renters insurance, so either way, I'm ok with it.
Everytime I give him head I make him rub my back. Teamwork at it's finest.
Woke up with a glow stick in my boobs this morning. Must've dominated Sunday.
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