So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
I didnt realize til after I got out of her apartment and into the lobby that we lived in the same building.
It was some time between the gurgles of her blowing me to us throwing up in the same bucket afterwards that I realized we would be doing this a lot.
well what is some mechanical horse racing with out blow involved
I need a straight guy to pretend to be my boyfriend for 30 minutes so that I can pull off an act of petty vengeance. Interested?
I AM COVERED IN FAKE BLOOD AND REAL CUM. I AM AWESOME
They had to stop us from skinny dipping in the reflection pool of the Mormon temple.
You can't just take out your bong for hits in public places... That's what pipes are for. You've got to be stealthier.
No, it's okay because this is the city of trees.
YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN BUSTED MORE THAN ONCE. THAT'S NOT A VALID EXCUSE FOR BONG HITS IN COFFEE GARDEN
You live 7 mins away and I'm leaving in 10 mins. At this point sex before work is impossible.
Challenge accepted. Be naked in 6 mins.
Because drinking and showering don't go hand in hand. There that's my PSA of the day.
Haha I'M GOING TO MISS HIS PENIS SO MUCH. But not his bipolarness.
3.5 bazillion penises. So not that hard to find a new good one
my drug dealer is also my eyebrow lady. Two birds, one stone.
You ask to touch his thighs ten times and called them magnificent.....need I say more
I cannot take an uber back in my costume...can you please come get me?
the voting booth dude cock blocked me or she woulda totally blown me in the voting booth.
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