I met the nicest Tranny last night. He/She loves Cheetos.
The only reason I kept his number in my phone for so long is so that hed pay for my abortion.
Ways to know you did something wrong: you sugar-coated it for your therapist.
On that note; HAPPY 21: THE SEQUEL from the back of an ambulance!!
Party at my house. Beach themed. Clothing optional.
Wouldn't that make it "Nude Beach Themed?"
I haven't seen him since I gave him a hand job in the hospital. I like to think I contributed to his speedy recovery.
he peed on his own floor last night after we left the bar. pretty much sums up how i feel about the evening
When the shrooms kicked in we both simultaneously realized we were not the right puzzle piece for the dubstep puzzle.
We made eye contact and were like we are not welcome here, the ravers are onto us and we need to get the fuck out before we get shuffled upon
she visited to give me a bj between clients. Social work at its finest.
Sorry, I was unaware dragging you upstairs for sex was such an awful thing.
Now that weed is legalized There needs to be reusable bags for people to pick up with. All this plastic is so bad for the environment and a waste
It's a gay bachelor party, it's not like dignity is to be expected
Trying to decide who to DD on the fourth and I came up with a Who's who of guys I've hooked up with in the last month. Not an ideal situation, but I have a feeling it's gonna happen anyway.
I'm pretty sure I just orgasmned my way out of paying for that weed
I'd rather have snapchat than feelings.
Randomize
