I went to blockbuster, where I always go when I need to soul searching
Despondent, hopeless, I decide on vantage point, because I vaguely resemble matthew fox (let me believe this, please)
It was cheaper to buy then rent, so now I'm stuck w/ a wretched hangover and I own this shit movie
He's very warm and cuddly, that's my favorite thing about him. Besides his Porche. And his hot brother.
in my lab write-up should i mention that i watered my plant with tequila?
i swear, about 40% of my drunken life is spent having sex with him.
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
I did not have sex with him because he had a puppy…finding out he had a husky pup waiting back at home was just an unexpected plus
Remember Christopher who always sends me pictures of his penis? Look to your right, boy in the blue.
I mean, the night I fell out of that bus I made you pour vodka onto my wound to clean it, then duct taped a paper towel to my hand and kept drinking.
Btw...refried beans is a terrible thing to throw up.
Will you skip merrily into hell with me?
I'm so happy we share a mutual love of laughing at religion.
I want to ride his face like a jet ski
theres a canoe in our lawn. we dont own a canoe.
it was the only safe place
All I know is when I asked you how many fingers I was holding up, you said "Hippo"
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