can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
Well I thought that next 8 ball would either kill us or turn us into Gods
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Her legal name is Candy. Her being a whore is implied.
I have her designated blowjob hair tie on my wrist. It's like a key to eternal happiness
scream really loud. we think you crawled under the deck
I would feel bad sleeping with her unless all of her personalities were on board with it.
don't trust your eyes. just sniff them. if they smell like axe, they are broke, move on to the next.
Whenever I walk away from the group without saying anything, NEVER assume I'm just going to the bathroom.
Drunk. But sober enough to know I hate gymnastics.
Hooked up with a guy resembling a bearded Cher. I need the lenses on my beer goggles fixed. Pronto.
If you're still up for that roadtrip, I managed to end up in Louisiana and could use a ride home.
Nah. After about 5 shots he decided he needed to clean the gutters. We're headed to the hospital now so meet us there.
Dude...I slept walked to the free condom bin in the lounge last night. I don't know why.
he just exposed your dildo usage to the table.
Randomize
