windsor, ontario is like a poor man's amsterdam
no, it is just poor
waking up outside has become so normal, the paper boy knows to set the paper next to me
I feel like I've been slapped by Gods icy cold dick of vengeance.
The bartender laughed but the manager kicked me out when the mom conplained. There's no way my fart harmed that baby in any way
its not fair. if i was a guy, i'd be getting a high five for banging two in one night.
do you think she knows her nickname is brickface?
I really wanna know when trying to grow up turned into try not to throw up.
If I should ask "why am I still single?" could someone please remind me of shooting mike and ikes out of my nose at the bartender last Saturday. many thanks
Nope. If I'm going to drive an hour to fuck a teacher, it will NOT be missionary thats for damn sure.
We'll I told him I wanted to keep it PG last night, but then later I asked him to take his pants off. So i'm guessing it was my fault.
Yeah, I fucked him. and the worst part is his name was Jesus. And nobody said it in Spanish. Just Jesus. There is no way I can avoid burning when I walk into a church from now on.
He said something last night about making crepes, but after getting pissed on in bed, I question everything.
We fucked. Had a political debate. I won. So I sat on his face.
Just found a rebirth in peppermint schnapps. May be able to stay up all night and finish this paper after all. MERRY CHRISTMAS
Wait, like drink with real Phil. Or Phil, the cat that sometimes lived in your closet in Myrtle Beach?
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