8:17pm: So, How was fun day?
1:15am: So I just woke up in my bed in my bathing suit... I don't remember getting into bed or dinner or anything after slip n slide that happened around five... I'd say fun day was a success
cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
dude are you gonna smoke tonight? my day was shit and I wanna get high
worker bees can leave....even drones can fly away....the queen is their slave
nevermind....I'm on the way
is it bad that I only want to go to my boyfriends house bc I want to see his roomate walk around with his shirt off?
He literally didn't stop until I lost count of how many times he made me orgasm. It took three hours.
Next thing I know we're all standing in the kitchen holding hands and thanking God for the beer.
We need to stop sleeping with people based on which NFL team they like.
He walked into my room in the middle of the night, whispered something about the patriot act, and took my tv.
He tied my whole arm, in its cast, to the headboard first. He mumbled something about safe, sane, and consensual?
It is scary how often "just flash him" is your advice.
I wasn't so much your wingman at that point as I was the interpreter of you point at shit and mumbling to the cab driver.
Last thing i remember is pounding jager and puking in that nerds george foreman grill. Then i wake up this morning with some random tooth brush in my mouth
SIMBAAAA REMEBER WHO YOU ARE
We haven't been trashed enough to shut down a bar together in four days. I'm starting to worry that we're growing apart.
Not sure. He doesn't know where New York is on a map but he gives an incredible spanking.
Who cares about New York?
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