my brain is sober enough to have a conversation.. but my arms feel nice
Only in Montana can you find Septic Services that would display "Christian owned and operated" on the side of the truck. I'm oddly going to miss this state.
We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
I was masturbating with the shower head and someone flushed the other toilet. Pretty sure I have 3rd degree burns on my clit.
I feel like my chances would have been better if I hadn't told her "I need to fuck you before you leave."
I had a moment while I was smoking where I was looking at these palm trees and I knew how dr Seuss came up with his characters.
I think that means you're growing up...when your coke nail becomes your opening mail nail.
I'm gonna hop on that dick and ride it into the sunset
"Do You Wanna Build a Snowman" came on while I was riding his dick. I had to take a moment.
"This must be what Jayden Smith feels like all the time"
You're right, I'd say my real all time low was when I let that fifteen-year-old feel my boob.
I'm 4,715,723% sure I don't give a fuck.
I miss the pre Covid days when we could meet men in bars. Hitting on guys in the grocery store is just depressing
Unfortunately the rum ran out midway through our viewing and we had to suffer in silence for the rest of it.
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