What's wrong?
Long week. Sore muscles. Bad back. Hangover. Mini-keg. Crazy ex-wife. Unavailable love-interest. Dead celebrity families. Republicans.
Pussy.
every time I hook up with him I think about the fact that penicillin was a mistake too... and look how well that turned out. It makes me feel just a little bit better.
Step one go to argentina step two fuck bitches it's a simple plan really
I'm so tired of waking up with my bed full of deli meats.
Was it fun? The night started with home made Jager and ended in him falling out of a tree with a pocket full of house numbers...you tell me.
That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball
I ripped my favorite jeans crossing that fence
That sucks
It's an upgrade! I didn;t even have to unzip my pants to pee!
You threw a shot glass at the bartender and still managed to convince him to let us drink more. You are my hero.
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
Getting haircut. The stylist asked about the body paint dried in my hair. I told her there was prob glitter, too. It was a fun night!
I'll call it a tollerance break and either will be celebrating my new job with a bowl or will be smoking my sadness away from not getting the job. Either way.
It was really strange. I feel like I had sex with a synchronized swimmer.
Well, I sent nudes with an Elmo t shirt on the floor... so there's that.
I was just told that I'm the Sherlock Holmes of drunken sex. I'll take it.
What are u up to today?
Marathon sex and eating.
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