I think I died a long time ago.
He is such a slut. More and more my type.
My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
Just had another dream about being on Real Chance of Love. I think it's a sign.
I dig being used for consequence free sex. Not consequenceful sex.
I don't know how many crown and cokes he went through but I know it was more that I have fingers. We are never leaving Texas.
After three games of beer pong ending in victory by death cup, all four of us bonded in the fact that we all slept with the girl's boyfriend at some point in time in the past year. She had no idea.
On way back. With a shopping cart. Minimal casualties.
We had sex twice and at Wendy's how dare you diminish that.
Love these next 4 months. Wake up from a college football hangover and get to put your hand down your pants and watch NFL football all day.
I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man's heart.
He's my ex's boss. I'm not above sleeping with him for that fact alone.
Not all of us can be into hot dads. Some of us have to have commitment issues and be into musicians.
I wish I could open myself up and check on my liver. Make sure it's hanging on. Ya know?
No, Ethan, handcuffs and friendship bracelets are not "basically" the same thing.
Randomize
