i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
I'm cooking a can of baked beans on the baseboard heater. It is too early in the semester to be this poor.
It's been a wonderful constant drunkeness. We played Marco polo with some random like 8 yr olds in the kiddie pool.
What if this is the rest of my life? Sitting at the bar waiting for someone to play Single Ladies
And by sexy pictures I mean pictures of my penis in strange places. I rock out with my cock out.
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
I just made SCOTCHSICLES. no further info is necessary
I tried snowmobiling at 2 am. I broke my glasses. You're right. Things do get out of control.
Is it a bad thing that I've made out with everybody I work with?
the day has come. I have finally reached the point in my life where I just don't give a fuck about anything anymore. it's beautiful!
I mean go ahead and let your freak flag fly but if you could not fly it in my bed that would be great
I'm not strong. I'm hormonal, sad, lonely, and trying to get laid via tinder
I want to respect them as people, but really I just want to have sex with them.
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