I smell stomach acid.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
I smelled my fingers after she left and they smelt like sugar cookies. I want that one again.
So I feel bad, Ross is asking questions, I think they need to know it's a Spanish lesbian bar
his phone is always ringing though. It makes me feel like I'm dating a doctor who's always on call.
yeah, dating a doctor sounds much better than fucking your drug dealer.
A total of 95 cents was stuck to my ass the next morning.
No. I'm too high for this. I gotta focus my mind for my future Hooter's interview
Pack light, we're going straight to bar from the train. No place to put our shit.
Dude all I'm bringing is my dick and a phone charger.
No we don't really celebrate valentines day, we just use it as an excuse to drink 3 bottles of red wine and fuck for a few hours.
He can only pee with the faucet running. It's like I'm dating a fucking toddler.
Best case scenario: sex with hot bartender \nWorst case scenario: no sex and punched by tattooed guy that may or may not be said bartenders boyfriend.
YOUR TITS WERE ON THE TABLE.
Blood everywhere...karaoke was nice
Also, I don't know if it's the drugs I'm on or not, but I truly believe I was hypnotized last night listening to an audio book.
dude, shes trippin so bad. idk what shes on, she just told me she doesnt remember her name then proceeded to get in the shower clothed to try to "rinse off the high"
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