somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
adderall just fell out of my nose in class. guy next to me just nodded.
you told me heaven would be the 3 of us at Moe's forever and every hot girl that walked in would ask us to play stone face
I would invite you but we are high and there is an AK-47. Not your scene.
She handed me a mouthguard and said "here, you're going to need this" that rough.
Ice cream after masturbating>masturbating any other time
I need to stop drunkenly getting naked. I'm losing all my favorite party clothes.
All right cuz right now I'm in one of those moods where the shear thought of doing anything more strenuous than making a sandwich has me wanting to curl up in the feeble position and splash around in a puddle of my own tears.
It was only in the sobering silence of the wilderness on the mountain, after I was too tired to talk anymore and I also didn't want to tell Julian that we were lost, that I realized how super tripped out I had been the entire time...
I lowered my expectations when he started off saying "ah missionary, my specialty"
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
Having sex with him is like eating mayo. Don't think about it, just do it. It's worth it.
I'm sorry I was just sleeping on the kitchen floor I'm too dead to think
No, I didn't meet up with him! That's when I had chlamydia.
Maybe if I ever do become a counselor, I would just implement a kind of intensive meme therapy.
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