Hello, balls-out mistake. It's been a while.
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
I hope I don't blackout because this is awesome!
if i remember New Year's Eve then there is something seriously wrong.
talked to my RA about stamps and mailmen again. when do you think she'll realize that i only talk to her when i'm high?
Just tried my new showerhead. Sex with Brian will never be the same.
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
Someone woke me up and gave me a sprite and some pills. I put them in my belly button. Trust no one.
I broke my arm trying to do a hand stand in my shower to wash the hate out of my asshole.
Relationships are fuckin' work. And you can't just up and leave with no questions when you really just need to get home because you're about to shit your pants.
You're so wise.
Walking in on a gay threesome, with a girl in the corner watching and taking vid is a reason to not only knock, but to never go to Savannah.
It's a sad statement on my day when the high point was getting a pap test.
Ok thats great. so just to recap: you fucked a billionare in his penthouse last night, and I had a glass of wine on the toilet.
I'm scrolling through our convo thread and all we talk about is pizza, alcohol & dick with the occasional "I miss you" thrown in.
I'm always down for nudity.
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