i'm listening to "transmissions" by The Tea Party from like '97 and waxing my legs. fuck i'm awesome in my alone time
I woke up this morning and was hoping we drank enough last night to have a unicorn drawn on my wrist. Good News: We did.
he drunkenly confessed to whacking off before coming over so the sex'd be longer. this one's a keeper
sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
When I told my boss I'm using a vacation day for 4/20, he gave me his personal cell phone number and winked at me.
He lectured me about the dangers of drugs while wearing a sombrero and doing interpretive dance.
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
THESE BITCHES NOT IN MY MAJOR BETTER NOT FILL UP MY SLAVIC FAIRYTALES CLASS
I can't even masturbate anymore!! That was my last source of cardio!!
he fucked me with his goalie mask on. it was like sleeping with Darth Vader
Is the Glover Park Chipotle past the strip club?
Why is that your only point of reference?
Just answer the question
I'm determined to sit on that face.
It's days like today that make me happy I'm not a porn star.
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