So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
I realize now that I left my pants on that table in the downstairs bathroom at you house on Tuesday....
Fuck morning classes and our weekday drinking habits.
I'm watching people hook up tonight who, when they wake up tomorrow, are going to wish they were blind.
We fucked in his mom's shower and all I could think about was being too old to be sneak banging while someone's mom was out of town and how much mildew was on the shower curtain. Fuck you, Adulthood.
Found a popcorn kernel in my pubes... Time fir a Brazilian
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
Mmhmmm. I have a list of drunk achievement that is almost as long as my list of stoned achievements
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
Our first kiss happened while shot gunning a hit from a gravity bong. Its that type of relationship.
nothing says "fuck you jocks from high school my life is better than yours" like bringing 5 grand in 20s to the bar
He asked if we were going to take advantage of his drunken state. When we said no he tired to show us what we were missing out on. It was so sad it almost made him cute.
should i feel bad about fucking you on my front lawn the day before you set me up with your best friend?
seriously i don't trust him. he fed me a hot dog out of a crock pot and gave me moonshine dashed jager bombs.
That confirms what we've all known all along. I'm a bad gay. I have no fashion sense.
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