So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
doing laundry. just found my fishnets from Friday. the ENTIRE crotch is torn out. guess that answers the "did we have sex in the cab" question.....
He put my hand on his penis and said welcome home.
I poured somre cereal, realized the chocolate to flake ratio was off, tried to fix it by digging through the box, gave up because of the difficulty level, and poured it back in the box. Being high is the best diet.
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
I'm sorry I was just sleeping on the kitchen floor I'm too dead to think
How did I get the fat lip, while puking I may or may not have sneezed... Wacking my face into the toilet bowl...
Like seriously how stupid drunk do you have to get befor you start finding dolphin lighters and shit in your undergarments
Can we be gay Bert and Ernie for Halloween?
Normal people find beers in their gym bag, right?
Few clarical questions about last night: 1. How did we get home? 2. Am I wearing your underwear? 3. Where is Andrea? 4. Guy with nose ring last night hot?
1. You tried hitch hiking "like a pro" and flashed cars while sticking out your thumb until I called Michael. 2. I don't know but probably. 3. Who is Andrea? 4. Hot.
I climbed on the arm of the futon, flapping my hand fan frantically and hissing imprecations at the smoke detector
That would involve putting on clothes and I don't think I can face that right now.
I'm literally watching a webcam of the Vegas strip right now and it is making me sad.
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