So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
Today a TA in one of my classes told me he thought I was 35 and going back to school as an adult learner. Alcohol is working me.
Found a bar with a washer and dryer and they serve food. I never have to leave
She was crying, alone at a college bar. It would have been rude NOT to try and show my penis to her.
He came to my house drunk at two a.m., got in the hot tub, refused to get out until he smoked a blunt, and said "That's what brothers and sisters are for."
Stop giving guys blow jobs because you're no good and it's messing up my sex life. Word gets around & then they think it's me and don't believe me when I say I have a twin. Learn to stuck dick right.
He expects to fuck my tits but will ignore me in public.
Listen I'm a sentimental character under all this alcohol and ratchetry
He's like a fucking cake pop, the greatest thing in the world while it lasts, but it never lasts for long enough
He was making a joke about signing my name on this piece of paper. He has a whole bucket filled with names on pieces of paper. I think thats how he keeps count.
i feel sensations at the ends of my beard. Either I am super high. Or my face has accepted my beard and I completed my transformation to Mecca
God is tempting me with everything tonight. Brownies and dick, mostly.
I have hit the ultimate fuck buddy status. We pulled over in a construction zone to have a quickie.
dad says come back and get the lawn mower out of the pool before mom gets home
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