I'm afraid that if I tell my sister I think Zachary Quinto is gay I'll have to put her on suicide watch for the next week or so
I just jerked off and used a stopwatch to track my results. Pretty depressing on multiple fronts.
Talk about the highs and lows of a night out: had a threesome, then got robbed at knifepoint.
there were like 150 questions AFTER the application. you'd think for a store that has dick molding kits it'd be a joke
I can't right now...you know Sunday night is whn I get drunk and do laundry.
He had to carry me to the car. But then sat with me and waited for me to sober up enough to have sex. He's a keeper.
In college, I had one standard. Penis. A lot has changed since then. Now I really only have one standard. Breathing.
Your texting shows a blood alcohol level of .12
I'm going through our high school yearbook trying to find what boys I want to hook up with this summer. We graduated four years ago. That's a problem.
Well, you've continued the theme of living with people who's dicks I've sucked.
I'm getting high with a 50 year old car wash guy. Enough said.
Easy. Go to walmart, buy a bag of charcoal. everyone gets a present and it's cheap.
Well shit I mean if you get a bunch of cashed up drunk lesbians together in a casino, it's bound to go south at some point
It was horribly awesome. Its like looking at the sun, you know its bad for you but I just couldn't stop looking.
So I might join you on the drunk train on the way to poor decisions.
Randomize
