So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
her eyes looked like someone had poured fruit punch in them. needless to say we had a good time.
She must have been at ribfest tonight because my dick smells like barbeque sauce
it's been dubbed the summer of antibiotics
His pick up line was "your one sexy pumpkin, I'd love to carve." Why would you let me go home with him?
we have to top last new years. except im not ready for jail. that can wait a couple years
Don't mind the bowl full of ashes in the sink. I meant to set that on fire.
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I would of joined had I not blacked out last night and ran around naked breaking things till 4 am
I can already tell, the amount of fun I'm having right now is not nearly going to compensate for the amount of "let us never speak of this again" I'm gonna have tomorrow
there is something very satisfying about getting tacos after hours of sex.
Does sweetest day count when you're spending it with your fuck buddy, high and eating Pizza Hut?
If I had any lingering questions about my sexuality, the strip club tonight verified I'm 100% gay
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
God yes pancakes and booze sounds like the best night ever.
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