So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I totally just used John Mayer's lyrics to get laid.
Im going home to examine my vagina with a hand mirror. wish me luck.
The guy in the cast riped the tap off the keg and hit steve with it
I dont feel as bad coming home this baked because I gave my 14 year old sister a no drugs talk last night.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
The cougar has a calendar on her wall of when she can give topless handjobs again. I pity her husband.
antibiotics and champagne: breakfast of champions
He was on my bed looking at me like a sacrifice to the gods of gay sex and he's definitely a bottom. Like Jesus Christ a really, really great ass of a bottom.
I just had a mental image of us riding a tractor through hell with one of those big guns mounted on top of it shooting at everyone while the indiana jones music plays.
All I have in my new place is coke and a treadmill.. it's workout Wednesday
I told him I was going to sit on his face after I got out of the shower, he threw up the arm boners and yelled "STEVE HOLT!!" I might actually stop sleeping with other dudes.
i turned around and there he was, right in my face. i was mid deep throat of a hot dog that i was eating with my hands and no bun. you win FSU, you win.
death bed.
death patio
stfu you slept on the patio!?!
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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