So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
no, he's only a walking dick if he mans up. right about now he's just a walking transgender.
My scrabble letters just formed failure. Thanks God.
Two man bar crawl was hectic. Just found leaves in my pocket.
I just smoked a bowl in the dining room and am now drinking a glass of chocolate milk. i can't believe i'm getting paid for this.
We're past the whole "Did she just try to finger my ass?" Stage. Now it's encouraged.
She was telling me which girls she thought I should fuck or not at the bar. Why can't all one night stands be that cool after?
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
The bong is packed and it's taco Tuesday come over
Fucked her on the patio while some dude drove by on a mower. He waved. Twice.
Told my brother the truth how I meet her...I grabbed the first thing I could when the cops came. 10 months later we are engaged.
We did Irish Car Bombs out of butter trays, the influence of the retired community is astounding- I didn't know people even owned more than one butter tray.
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
I volunteer to be the person who breaks into the room and runs around naked and has to be escorted out by police.
So I ended the trip with two cold sores, poison ivy on my leg and vagina, and no alcohol or weed. WORST. 4TH. OF. JULY. EVER.
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