i permit you to call me
i am not allowed to pick the men i sleep with anymore
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
i like being sick. whatever the doctor gave me is awesone. the walls are waving at me. i never want to get better.
We're smoking a joint the size of the average penis right now. I may not survive.
Who are these men, what are we doing here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? Things to consider.
When he was fat he reminded me of my high school best friend and I just wanted to hug him and hug him. Also, he's funny and humor is the fastest way into my pants after Doctor Who and liquor.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
your life is not complete until you watch a gaggle of murderous clowns dance to gangnam style.
also, what is the correct term for a shit ton of clowns?
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
You're still my best friend even though you continue to pass out on random toilets every time you drink
hey u leave my anime porn out of this
You spent the whole night conversing with your zombie poster, so I'd say you were pretty far gone.
I'm still thinking about that amazing orgasm last night. I literally heard angels singing "Hallelujah!!"
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