Those strippers last night smelled great. It was the perfect mixture of vanilla and daddy issues.
if you google earth my address you can see me getting out of my car. finally my moment of being famous
we fucked to don't stop believing. most epic sex EVER.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
Worst part of blacking out... Waking up and having to do the teeth check
Lest we forget our veterans. Also that two years ago I lost my virginity on this day in a hot tub. Go me for being the worst person on earth.
Tomorrow after you go to the library to look up gay porn, I'm going to come to your apartment to paint a nude portrait of you. Get pumped, plopernickle.
No, it's cool, I just bounced from the hospital. I was...talking to a security guard, maybe?
Of course it may just be the context. A dish of dog food would look lovely next to your breasts.
I just found a To Do list on the table, written by me last night, that just says "1. Go downstairs. 2. Get Pickles. 3. Laptop"
I'll send you pictures of my nipples so you don't feel left out.
That was years ago. And it was chlamydia.
the last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka
I shaved my asshole for this. That's real dedication.
Holy. shit. Chris has no pants on. In public. Fuck. Need you.
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