So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
I hate that the only Italian aspect of me is I get red and sweaty when I drink
Every perfect package comes with a warning label.
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
We started snorting MDMA at 3 in the afternoon...it was never going to end well.
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
This is how I ended up being the slutty friend isn't it?
I feel like I owe it to them to wear pants.
So he was supposed to be helping me with my math but instead we ended up drinking coconut rum in his basement and having sex. I think my mom was right, getting a tutor will be good for me. Relieves the stress.
I'm gonna take off my shirt and spin it around my head like petey Pablo so u can find us
I have migrated to the couch. Minimal movement is still happening, but I should be mobile enough to go to the liquor store by eight.......so that good.
That's why we don't trade sex for Taco Bell. It's called the dollar menu.
Seriously, she had fingers that made me thank a god I don't even believe in that I'm gay.
I'm beginning to worry that I seem to get along best with people when I'm naked with them.
You can't just walk around stealing hats from drunk boys and peeing in bathtubs. Turn down.
Randomize
