What did I say to him last night?
Something along the lines of "your not here, I'm going to fuck sam. call me later babe, this won't take long, love you"
all in all not a bad night
yeah, we don't understand. the wings losing for guys is like girls finding objects in their body..just weird and sad
Don't judge me. Haven't eaten all day so I'm in my room sticking my finger in peanut butter, then jam, then my mouth.
I was amazed that you fell flat on your ass and still managed not to spill them drinks in your hands. Your getting good at this.
I woke up to them arguing over who would get my morning wood. Oh, and I was dressed as Santa.
i'll prob lay in bed. its weird not having to track my wallet down, its become such a weekly habit. i suddenly have so much free time
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
it was like a congratulatory penis slap
studying for my Anatomy final and masturbating to Japanese porn are practically the same thing
I'm hoping that by this time next year we will be smoking some weed at a gay wedding, asking "Mitt who?"
Is it inception if it feels like another uterus is going to burst out of my current uterus?
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
Drove by a guy getting road head, midday on O Street. That could be us, but you won't let me in your pants when you drive.
strip teases shouldnt end with an expensive car covered in salsa and mayonnaise yet here we are
I just wanted to check in on you and you replied with a selfie with your Coney Island waiter and the caption "after his shift we're dropping acid together"
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