So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
He looks like the kind of guy that still collects pokemon cards
He wants to be 'in an open relationship'. Fuck that. That's the online equivalent of letting him pee in a circle around me.
they wouldn't let me take the pitcher of beer on the ferris wheel
I stuck a note to his door with my gum explaining why i couldn't spend the night. as i was walking away, he opened the door...i fell down and played dead. deffinitly didn't see me.
A man just poked my foot with his crutches while I'm shitting. Is that how the disabled gays ask for a glory hole blow jay?
I'm home alone drinking wine, so high, scrubbing my house down... This is what my thirsty thursday has become
Lindsey Lohan and I have slept with the same amount of people. The only thing she's now beating me on is rehab trips and teen choice awards, so really I'm the winner.
You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?
I don't give a fuck that he's gay and keeps hitting on me. Free cocaine is free cocaine bro
New life goal: fuck in the shopping cart
DONT TELL ME I CANT HAVE AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF VODKA AT DINNER. IM AN ADULT. I PAY BILLS.
I didn't even respond. Just letting the crazy settle before I calmly fuck his shit up.
don't think less of me for this, but i'm pretty sure he did a line off my boob last night.
I ate at the cafeteria for the first time yesterday and today I think I had an hour long fart.
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