The bars here don't close until 4!
my legs don't close until 4
Just learned how to deliver a baby.the things i saw tonight can never be unseen
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
one of the service guys here said i licked ranch off your face lastnight
Remember when I booked a hotel room for next sat? Nneither do I.
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
six ambien and a bong later...he was calling me blueberry princess who need rescuing from the evil oven, and he was sir Eatsalot.
He asked for a foot job. Whatever. I guess I'm swimming in new slut waters tonight.
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
Just discovered evidence of drunken eBay bid. Drunk Mike did pretty good -- I'm getting a new sleeping bag.
eh, I feel I'm heading for a breakdown and I need to get it out of the way before I start writing that lab report.
You can trust me. I'm unemployed and not wearing pants.
All I need is to get out and get laid
Yeah mom sounds like a good idea! Now send that message to the person it was ment for
if wiping your ass w an envelope isnt the definition of hitting "financial rock bottom " then nothing is!
I choose my mates solely based on size and ability. No cuddles. No sleep overs. Definitely no repeats.
Randomize
