I like to think it a success when the cops are called
If it wasnt for meatballs I would have fucking killed myself already.
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
Hold my feet while i lean out of the window of the truck.
I kept petting the scarves and telling customers to "feel that shit"
Stop drinking at work.
I think after that blow job he got the other day he'd set himself on fire if I asked.
I just watched the lion king for the first time in years. It's like the equivalent of a really good blow job.
I want to throw pennies on her stage, or just ripping up a dollor bill and throw them one at a time.
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
Just threw up in the MSO airport men's room. We're at that point this morning.
He made me brush his hair afterwards because it made him feel like a ken Barbie.
God I hope the sex was good.
He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were "stay away from my princess parts. they're renovating."
My frontal lobe is being piloted by Jack Daniels right now.
Good news. His dicks gotten wayy bigger since high school. I love Thanksgiving break.
Yeah. We're taking this fuck buddy relationship to the next level. Sober weekday sex.
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