my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
today was the first day of rush. talking to girls all day makes me sick of having a uterus.
So I'm about to go to his house and have "I'm really sorry for cheating on you last night" sex
Wouldn't pinatas filled with coke be awesome idea for cinco de mayo?
He tried to slow-dance with me in bed. IN BED.
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
I just walked past a woman in the bar stroking a mans crotch, yelling 'I made this. I made this happen.'
Parents weekend was a success.
Yeah, I guess so if you consider being arrested and having your parents bail you out a success...
Bail could have come out of your pocket so yes, I think we were financially responsible this weekend.
You guys can't keep having sex with them and cleaning their house! They're never going to take you seriously!
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
Probably not well advised, but you're welcome to stop by if your not ready to end your night. You know, for Thanksgiving's sake.
Do I need to call and sing lullabies? Because that's creepy, but I'm a really good friend.
Accidentally made a straight guy question his sexuality again. I really gotta watch myself.
In other news I was masturbating last night and came really fucking hard to the thought of yelling at a customer....
I just saw puke on the road at the same stoplight i threw up at sunday morning! Makes me smile inside.
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