just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
I woke up on the steps beside a plate of spaghetti and a toilet paper roll ripped in half. And i actually think this day is gonna get better.
Im sure that doesnt mean its ruined... It was your bithday you get a free "im drunk at 7 am" card
His little brother just walked in, asked me if I'd blown his brother yet and then announced that he and his friends were going to play outside so we could play too.
I tried giving you a bj last night and all you could manage was "Haha that tickles" and "in the morning"
The "don't get cum on anything" rule also applies to my furniture and scarves
That's not technology. Doesn't count.
I have effectively turned laundry day into a drinking game.
I want him to rummage through my vagina. with unwashed hands.
because i know somewhere at some party, behind someones closed bed room door youre being feed a key full of mollie.
Of course I have to cross through a walk for hunger
I'm studying. And by studying I mean I am laying on my floor drinking boones farm alone. Last two weeks. Fuck it.
Adding to the list of things I have said out loud at the bar that I shouldn't have: "I am the yoda of sucking dick"
Well the other day she asked me how often I jerk off. So I guess things are getting semi-serious
COCAINE IS GR8
I get sad thinking about all the sex I’m missing out on because of the virus
I instituted “quarantine and chill” months ago. It’s not like penises go soft just because they’re working at home.
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