a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
Still workable. Pretty sure i told her i'd eat her out in the woods.
Forgot to mention there might be a picture of me being thrown in the air while at a Mexican restaurant
i don't know at this point bringing the fog horn might be a good idea...
I feel like a squirrel prepping for the winter on dollar beer nights.
I just found pizaa roll in my hair. Already been to class today
I drove 5 hours to see her. She thanked me by getting shitfaced, inviting her boyfriend over, and making me sleep on the couch after I cooked for them and did the dishes. You're right. I'm a fucking doormat.
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
I have seriously seen way too may DIY cut off jean booty shorts and half shirts on fat girls this summer. Fuck you Pinterest.
I woke up with my vibrator in my bed so I'm assuming I had a decent night.
also I was promised more toga parties by popular media
I mean, he'll either figure it the fuck out or set my apartment on fire. Either way, it will be entertaining.
I did what i always do when i miss him; masturbate and watch Bridges of Madison County.
I know her cup size but not her name....
send nudes
from the living room?
Randomize
