I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
His facebook interests include 'unstrapping velcro'.
I mean we havent seen each other since december and then bam its cinco de mayo and were having sex under a life guard tower taking tequila shots between each position. no big deal
Well apparently "don't come inside of me" wasn't one of the English phrases he understood! On the bright side... At least he will get his green card for having an american kid!
I always know the weekend is over when the real license comes out and the fake goes back into the hiding spot.
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
I'm treating myself to a " uve slept with yet another mr. Wrong" breakfast
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
So ive come to the realization that my affinity for tattooed guys makes me the literal definition of tit for tat
I'm only wearing socks and eating tuna, don't do this to me right now.
I lick assholes and I wouldn't eat mdma
I just talked comic books with a cop. We high-fived as he was running my name.
Proud of you.
We discussed the legality of being a vigilante. I won.
This is a hangover from hell. Delivered by the devil himself.
Eh, it could have been worse. I may or may not have been wearing a jedi cloak while getting my dick sucked.
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