I'm holding in my pee so that I can hear "Cowboy" in its entirety on the radio
i'm in his bathroom *freshening up* and he not only has a hairdryer... but a straightener. get me out of here... NOW
he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
the non-midget kid sent 8,000 texts in a month. the midget parents are pissed. THIS IS EPIC WHEN YOUR HIGH.
I know. I just don't want anything else. I have no other desire. Just a ham sandwich.
I honestly don't know what to make of that.
A ham sandwich would be nice.
Ya know, I lied. I wouldn't mess with him. Not because of the crazy/rehab issues... but because he wears tank-tops.
His car is carseat is compatible. I checked while we were banging in the back seat...
Did I at antime last saturday slip away and sign up for a prayer circle?
Try and take me seriously and don't look directly at my hair or the jizz on my pants.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
Because at some point last night we decided that shotgunning beers from a paint stick was a good idea
Bacon Cheddar rum burgers are as great as they sound. I knew that 100 proof Captain would be good for something other than vomit.
Yes. That was the exact moment of my conscience clicking into instant high alert.
I think my teeth are moving, they feel like people.
Let's be honest, I'm cooking chicken nuggets in my Helm jersey and underwear who has their life more together than me?
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