I realized tonight the smell of my dirty pads remind me of my grandfather.
We met on a dual walk of shame. It has to be love, we can't let that go to waste. I want to tell our children that story.
Our cab driver just admitted to beating up kids in the 60's who didn't smoke pot...
oh ps. last night you kept telling me to calm down because everything was fine cause you were getting "arab money"...
I'm going to tattoo a maze on my back for the next fucker that tries to blow early ....
I should start handing out wavers before I have sex with someone. 1. Do you have anything to do tomorrow? 2. Are you ok with sleeping 12 hours from exhaustion. 3. Are you ok with a limp?
but I'll probably watch some porn later so it's not a complete waste of a Saturday night.
He walked in at 7am saying that the police had his shoes and phone because he's being investigated for attempted auto theft.
Well, our assistant supervisor caught us on the back stairs...he invited us on a double date with his fiance and him. I guess our job approves of the relationship?
No more chicken and waffles served by drag queens at 2 AM. :(
His whole street is under construction. Third walk of shame this week & I'm getting a lot of sympathetic nods from the workers.
He said something last night about making crepes, but after getting pissed on in bed, I question everything.
Apparently stoned me thought eating chips in the shower was a good idea.
I was really excited when I saw a billboard for neverbethirsty.org this morning. Then I realized it was for a church.
I can't really feel a difference, so essentially I paid 60 bucks to bedazzle my vag.
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