It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
Our adventure is going to pick up his pipe and weed that he ditched when he got pulled over the other day.
HOT DATE.
i just was bootyclappin in front of homeless men in a back alley
says the girl that drank her shots like they were in a dog bowl
I was carrying him baywatch style into my place because he passed out.
The key to alley sex is drunkeness.
Nope. Daytime is texting time. Night time is you send me naked pictures time.
You told me to remind you that the bruise on your ass is from when you danced on the table at Ziggy's, saw a cop and tried to 'fly away'.
I told him he wasn't aloud to one word text me. Unless that one word was threesome
You strapped the bucket of KFC into the carseat and refused to let me drive over 20 miles per hour the whole ride home. That high.
I just found a piece of squished oatmeal cream pie in my armpit. So very sad.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Had a dream I was doing scat with Caroline. I need to lay off the cheese at night
Smargarita sloshedurday tomorrow around 2
Bring a helmet for your liver
EVEN AFTER ALL THAT COMPLAINING... STILL NO PENIS
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