Are we in a gay sports bar?
Gayer than 8 guys blowing 9 guys
wow, that really makes you stop and think.
no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
its 9am. i just got home. spent 6 hours blowing him in a closet last night
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
the fact that i fell through a skylight is the least humiliating part of the night
You just handed me your ATM card and wrote your PIN number on a dollar bill and said "for bail money."
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
I give him a gold star every time I orgasm. His room looks like he's freaking King Midas.
By the way when you were super fucked up last night, you ate cat food and tried to tell me it was healthy for you
All I remember is passing out with an umbrella over my head and waking up screaming bad luck for seven years
I ate the most amazing corn dog today.
I will probably dream about it.
I totally intended to come to the hotel, but I woke up in a parking lot
The struggle is real.
It's official: I now only own one pair of jeans that I haven't blown the crotch out of. It might be time to put a stop to red wine Wednesdays.
You mean, in addition to red wine every-fucking-days?
Noo not in a booty call way, in a 'How are your abs and penis doing today?' sort of way.
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