I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
foreplay: 7 minutes. sex: 3 minutes. cuddling: 10 minutes. getting dressed: 5 minutes. commute: 5 minutes.
The guy drove to our house at 6am to sell us weed. Now that's customer service.
just mention it in a side comment sometime today... like oh by the way i have a daughter but um yeah my day was good
You brought back some girl with you at 3am and introduced her to everyone as "hot pocket"
I just masterbated while imagining him getting hit by a truck. I have hit a completely unacceptable level of anger & bitterness. Help.
They put me in charge of something. Why the fuck would you look at me and put me in charge of something while i'm double fisting peach mimosas at a baby shower
Her mom is home on her lunch break. Guess who's hiding In the Closet?
rigging a system to keep my jello shots cold in class. important election day work.
I woke up with $140 in twenties in my bra and have never been more puzzled.
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
Basically all I do anymore is get stoned with my cats, and then we share goldfish.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
sending my old camp counselor nudes. childhood memory win or new low?
if it makes u feel better, i skipped class so i could go to a sex convention in jersey a few hours earlier than if i went to class.
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