i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
i was able to set 4 alarms to make sure i woke up in time for class but i couldnt take the open beer out of my pocket before i did cartwheels down the hall...
Just went through the drive thru and got 18 free donuts in exchange for half a joint. Dunkin Donuts at midnight might become a nightly thing for us.
He cut part of his finger off. It was a consolation blow job.
Guy next to me is looking up how to press his own ecstasy pills. I'm going to befriend him and see where this goes
Yes, he made a MIX CD for our booty call...
he had me stop mid-blow job to make me use my phone to id a song on the radio..
i wasnt really sure how to responde to that.
My life is over. I farted in open court. Noticeably. The judge looked at me. It echoed.
I'm using my dog as a pillow. He's cool with it.
Get drunk. Masturbate to his picture. Fall asleep. Repeat. Fuck summer.
You're the reason why I want to be a better drunk
I'm not the one who gave a guy that lives next door to my grandmother a blowjob in a pub bathroom in Ireland, you have no room to judge.
His dog was laying on the bed and he said we could have sex as long as we didn't disturb his dog. My life is pathetic
The fabulous human disaster: it is him
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