I'm twenty-five. I'm too old to be watching my friend throw up in Chipolte Parking lot.
she claims you yelled BOMBS AWAY when you came. tell me she's lying
but she didn't tell you i squeezed, built up pressure, and napalmed her face as i yelled it, did she
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
She's like a pop up book from hell.
i just remembered last night waiting for you to pick me up wearing my bra on my head to protect me from the rain
He just kept petting my ear and informing me that I wasn't one of the guys
A guy with no shirt on and a eyepatch just got out of the car beside me. After he slammed his door into mine. This is our hometown.
I feel like strippers are like dogs, the more you show you're terrified the faster they come at you.
Santa brought me a 1.75 of wine, and a liter of patron. I probably won't remember Christmas, so don't ask me how it was tomorrow.
Want to come over and play therapist and then fuck all the emotion away?
This is actually a pretty big deal for him. I mean, he contacted a stranger out of concern for someone else instead of for sex.
That does show growth.
yup and then I snapped out of it and realized I was playing beer pong against a 4 year old... and losing
sex on a roof was cool and all but that superhero argument was the best part of the night hands down
Double dirt bag award winner tonight. He picked me up in his wife's car.
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
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