the guy in the stall next to me, came in, farted, laughed, and proceeded to give himself some sort of hillbilly pep talk that included the phrase "big pussy".
And he was super vague about his life, it was frustrating. I totally boned a homeless guy, didn't I?
After this weekend, it looks come this holiday season I'll be walking in a winter abortionland.
I feel like I ran a fucking marathon on my knees last night and there are bruises to prove it.
Currently in the bathroom stall of a gay bar in new haven giving myself an anti throw up pep talk
Like lay upon bear skin rugs, drink brandy and reminisce of the yesteryear's before a majestic fire place? Because those are my plans.
You're telling me you've never sent a picture of your cock to a girl and then were all like "Oops, sorry, wrong person! By the way...You like?"
Hi future me, I saved you a big mac under the bed.
SURVIVAL MODE. WE CAN DO THIS. Celebratory survived-working-christmas-retail sex to follow
Just recreated a sandwich from the caf in my own kitchen. Graduation denial at it's finest.
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
Not sure if creeper guy is too drunk to talk or I'm too high to listen.
The fact that you walked around talking like Barbie and still got laid amazes me.
I'm sorry. I slept with him again. On the plus side he's got better at it!
He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
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