only if we run a train.
done.
i have it on good authority that she is not as good at giving head as she claims she is
Apparently mid blow job I started crying telling her how "Wonderful this blow job is"
After waking up today, I would like to find the Jesus preachers on campus to ask for help in asking for forgiveness to God.
or how I got to mom's but there is vomit on my shoes. I never thought i'd be recapping with her.
all i remember is stealing his cheesepuffs and shaving my vagina in the hotel lobby
Hahaha my philosophy professor just opened class with "I had a shitty weekend and I was at the bar until 815 this morning. So bear with me".
I ran into a hotel and told the doorman he was doing a great job. That was before you cried on my jacket.
you know that feeling on acid where you think the world stops just to fuck with you? That's what it felt like.
What if for Halloween I paint my self gold and make sandwiches for everyone? I'd be a trophy wife! Get it?
We broke up. And I told him he better give me my fucking star wars movies tomorrow. Priorities.
Also I've accepted I am not going to be a catch today. I look like a dead hooker and the remedial work is going to be patchy at best with the shakes I've got.
Thought the acid was fake. Then my reflection didn't move when I did in the bathroom.
So I met one of her cousins last night. She recognized me as "the guy that's always in the liquor store", I may have a problem.
We left an ass print on the conference room table, but I don’t think anyone caught on
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