it's one of those mornings where you are proud of yourself just for waking up.
so its thursday, which means its time to resume communication with you
two gay guys came in and bought just a kite and a box of wine. Why cant I have saturday nights that awesome
Well, at first I was really confused. But then I realized that he was talking from his penis's perspective... in third person.
So there I was praying he didn't go limp again, choking on a long, long gray ball hair. This is my Saturday night. This. Is. My. Life.
It was like you were trying to communicate only you were using every letter of the alphabet but in no order and in a different language
What goes on in that head of yours?
Gay sex, for the most part. Why?
drinking right out of the bottle and nobody bats an eye.
its good to be home.
I woke up with a meat pie in my hand and my mouth tasting like an ashtray. I'm a catch, really!
Let's go. I'm waiting for my time to shine among the stars of never never land. Make sure you bring my Peter Pan costume this time. Shit's bout to get real glittery.
I am googling "notable people who had syphilis"
It's a herpes check up not a beauty pageant
just found a picture from last night.
the one of you riding a horse with nothing but a bulletproof vest on?
uhm.... no?...
I consider walking to the bars and dancing my exercise and I buy doubles so my drinks r heavier so that's my arm workout
IDK if she's gay or not, but there is something about the way she looks at me that says "do dirty dirty things to me." I have no choice but to oblige.
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