Me hooking up with her is like rush being president. Bad news.
I'm walking down the halls of our hotel and listening for sex noises and knocking when I do.
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
She recited Pi throughout ever orgasm she had....she said it was a game she likes to play...how far she gets is how she judges her lovers...I am oddly turned on by this...
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
and then the other night his penis tricked us both into sex
my dad just told me he found me on the kitchen floor saturday morning with a microwave dinner on top of me, fork still in hand. priceless
So some sort of safe sex group just flash mobbed the bar by putting condoms over people's beers.
They left screaming as a hale of lubbed up condoms rained into their hair.
Ya I guess if we compared our actions now with our actions 2 years ago. We are definitely in a constant state of shit showness.
Worrying about "What smells like cat pee?" is so much easier than worrying about "What am I doing with my life?"
Let's just say we ended up at Denny's with a strippers shoe that we had to discreetly leave at the door to the strip club this morning
Some girl woke me up at 1:30 am looking for weed and the next thing I know I'm in a hot tub with 3 girls, 2 40's, and a blunt.
So I considered mediating this morning and instead I master-bated...same thing right?
It was bad. U were calling my cat "kittiano" and playing her like a piano. Way too drunk my friend.
we went to the skate park then back to her house for dinner, and somehow that ended with her making me blueberry pancakes at 2am
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