Come to the Burger King. We're waiting for you.
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
how was your night?
well, i just purchased 'sorry for being a drunk whore' cupcakes. how do you think my night was?
Even My mom was ashamed of me bringing her home, she pulled me aside, and told me i can do better than, "butter faces"
The only thing worse than cracking my rib on a slip and slide was having the doctors laugh when they found out in my medical history that I did this exact same thing last summer.
In between when I last wrote and now have screwed a Swiss guy on a hostel bathroom floor. Okay, real life?
I'm okay. We got a prayer rug sent to us with the face of jesus on it. From Tulsa Oklahoma. Kinda weird.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
This coke is making my nose hairs dance. That good.
I wanted to make out with that blonde just so I could deck her boyfriend and make things interesting.
At least that would be something.
You merely adopted the alcohol. I was born into it. Molded by it. I didn't see the hang over until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.
I call him Seabiscuit because he's my trusty steed
It was a great idea to buy that cocaine while dressed as an elf. It snowed all night for me.
So when did "Are you okay?" translate into "Don't tell me you got fucked by another rando after another rager"?
I just want a man in my bed on a regular basis, who cuddles, and who I can also occasionally hang out with outside of my bedroom. Is that too much to ask for?
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