I told her I had to go to work this morning, got fully dressed in a suit, walked her out, drove around the block, parked, and walked right back in my apt and went back to sleep..
Currently in a meeting. i am playing the not throw up game. god i hope i dont lose.
the ladder is at the bottom of the pool
Oh my god. My pre-date bowl for nerves tuned into "I'm too high for this date" he kept talking about trucks and I couldn't stop making racial slurs.
The cab driver thought we were passed out so he called a sexline...
I can feel the fear and stress bubbling in my stomach. Or maybe that is the pregnancy.
I no longer see him as a simple set of male genitalia attached to a very sexy body. The title "trophy fuck" seems wrong. Damn.
ive penciled you in for a day of excessive drinking
there is vodka in my soul right now. The vapor is coming out my nose.
Is the booze for tonight or the apocalypse?
Both. Pregaming the zombie party and hurricane sustenance.
No. DON'T DO IT. Friends don't let friends fuck clowns.
I'm ready to run through the streets naked yelling "HES ALIVE!"
Where is everybody?
It's pretty much split between the strip club and jail.
right after that u started calling me g-force and started trying to bellyslide down his drive way
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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