another moral hangover. fuck.
windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
i wish my apartment had room service that i didn't have to pay for.
don't think this is any sort of attachment thing but if I'm going to throw up regularly at your house, I'm going to keep a tooth brush there
NEVERCLEAR, NEVER AGAIN.
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
We can just chill or day drink or smoke or watch law and order marathon or play just dance 4 or watch a movie or go to the movies or play hide and seek or hug, so many options
I had wine for breakfast at 6am, that's how visiting my parents went.
No one likes wet exercise unless it's vigorous sex in the shower
Specially since he wanted to forget that we even touched, which makes it funnier because I don't think you can take back licking someone's butthole...
It's just unfortunate that I still have the image of him having sex with me fresh in my mind
I have a knack for carnage and poetic language.
if i ever get to the point where i am moaning when i pee, please do the honorable thing and kill me.
Last night a drunk chick tried to lick me. If you are trying to lick the zombies, you are too drunk for the haunted house.
I’m pregaming Christmas shopping with grandma. What’s up?
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