i dont know whats so great about being respectable.
my hangover today makes thursday's feel like a bubble bath.
going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
she likes to give head while listening to britney spears, getting blown by a girl with headphones on is a nice level of separation
they shut off the water. shaving my legs with soda. that desperate.
there's no food at this bar, but i'm pretty sure vodka is made of wheat so i'm basically drinking bread.
i was way too optimistic last night... got back to my apartment and the porch light was still on, like i'd actually make it all the way home.
And the best part is that she's coming home to find that I completely shaved her dog.
at that time a 4 pound meatball stuffed with pizza rolls seemed more important than bailing you out of jail.... sorry.
My pussy is making all kinds of justifications that my mind would have no patience for if it was still in charge
We laughed. We cried. We came everywhere.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
When the cab driver starts laughing its a good indication of the standard of girls you are bringing home
i definitely signed you up to receive text message notifications from a jukebox last night. Not even sorry.
My trash can is full of used condoms and girl scout cookie boxes.
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