Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
They had an entire room dedicated to passed out people. It was like a dogpile of cross faded toddlers drooling on each other.
And then I learned that we are dating when I said it's out of line to bring fuck buddies home to meet the parents. And then I was single.
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
I passed out drunk and Jane had created a picnic on my chest. I had chips and a hamburger laid out on my boobs. The only reason I woke up is she was trying to feed me too.
We've been here for ten minutes. She told me I wasn't "Irish enough", licked my tits, and then sprinkled green glitter on them.
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
We just won 1800 at the casino and are going to the strip club. Who gives a fuck if it's 5pm
Why the fuck is there a picture of us jumping a girl that's wearing my chicken mask?
He was like low grade Riff Raff, but I hit it. Twice. His grill popped out the second time.
when I was walking home I wad so excited to see a cat on the sidewalk but it was really a traffic cone
his mom called during sex and he made me talk to her I think we're getting serious
He wore a t-shirt that had an arrow pointing to his crotch and "DO IT FOR THE VINE" on it.
At least he's honest about how long he'll last.
I'm going to confession for the first time in 6 years. Where do I start, the gay sex or rampant alcoholism?
So I took my bra off and threw it in the bushes before we went to the bars..
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