East Village: Only place you can play pac man while eating a pineapple hotdog, go to the bar next door and see a graphic blowjob on every tv
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
He told me I couldn't drink an unopened bottle of water he had in his room because that was his emergency bong water
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
My dad just gifted me an alaskan flag he stole from the govenor's mansion. He said it was to hang on the wall at 3316, to start a morning ritual. Then he mimed kegstands and vomiting. Senior year will be epic.
I may be Daddy's little princess, but doesn't mean I can't be the blowjob queen.
So how many licks to the face does it take to get kicked out of the bar?
A little light bondage fun never hurt anybody (erotic asphyxiation excluded). Car batteries attached to reproductive organs have.
He looks like a fat version of lurch from the adams family and smells like fritos. This is not the caliber man I want pleasuring himself to the thought of me!
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
You don't know scared until you've just begun the first stage of an acid trip till a guy on stilts with a creepy mustache and beard says "enter the Forrest"
I am going home. I have pee on my pants. Rachel is driving and I and drunk. It is not Rachels pee. It is my pee.
I frew up on some kids lovely sidealk chald drawings..
We peed on a building I think...like a building in downtown...not out of view of anyone.
well...I was at work...until someone dropped dead during their performance of "I believe I can fly". It was karaoke night.
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