Tell Heather sorry for burning her hair. Also for anything else that I may have done that warrants and apology. Anything after about 10pm is kind of hazy.
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
Where does it all go? I've busted inside of you like 10 times in the last week.
Thank God. You really dodged a small penis there.
Going to pass out with da shoes on. hugging wallstreet journal from tuesday. please check me for liveliness in the morning.
he put on The Eye of the Tiger while she was in labor.
Thank you as well. My penis is starting a slow-clap right now.
I just came so hard there were tears. Actual tears.
We wore fake mustaches and shirts that said team mustache ride to a party we weren't even invited to
I just want you to know that I'm, like, 45% hard right now.
" my drug dealer just stopped by and did an elmo impression for my 2 year old nephew."
also I saw his dick in the morning light and it was glorious. Like staring upon your birthday cake you ordered from heaven and going " can't wait to eat that later"
I did cocaine with my cab driver all night. It was the best date.
You know its a good morning when you wake up with blonde hair extensions in your pocket. . .
It's not even a normal fucking affair I've found myself in. It's a fucking bdsm clusterfuck.
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