epic walk of shame this morning involving 2 subway transfers. I need to start sexing locally.
he is training for a marathon but can't last more than five minutes on top. worst tuesday night ever
great, thanks for announcing that I gave you head over twitter
at least I said it was good
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
I imagine her to be like a 19th century explorer/adventurer with different boys' hearts on her wall like animal heads
Like Teddy Roosevelt
I just peed in a flower pot on the veranda while crying and holding a drink
we played a my little pint drinking game. It was awesome.
So apparently I ended up throwing my clothes in the toilet after getting kicked out of TQ and ran around the neighborhood in my boxers. Works gonna suck hard once this hangover kicks in. Also: I lost a shoe so looks like flipflops for the rest of winter
I texted him 3 days ago he said he was pre gaming for the Super Bowl today he just text" gtomajg kaka hee 48!!!"
Oh and apparently something happened that was related to "THIS IS SPARTA" but no one will tell me what I did.
So I'm going to blame my boobs hurting on that.
You started sleep walking, went to my closet, tried to pee on my boots, and when I asked you what you were doing you said "I'm talking to these people about jobs"
Well, he asked what my sign was, then proceeded to critique me on my beer pong stance... I really need to raise my standards.
He uses Bing as his search engine...but he's great in bed. So obviously I'm torn.
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
Randomize
