Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
i dont think the girl sending me nudes is qualified to pass judgement on me
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
just had an awkward elevator run in with that guy you puked on
u r missing out we r watching a tranny direct traffic in a gstring
he asked me to lick his asshole and I told him his girlfriend could do that for him
I wish I saved his nudes so I could anonymously submit them to his tumblr
I mean I'm so obviously classy currently laying in bed watching a movie while finishing my drink from last night
I'm going to start using the hurricane naming system for my hangovers. Hangover Agatha is a real bitch today.
Everything is fine, it's not hung over in here at all\n\n*Narrator* *but in fact everything was not fine*
I cant believe you bit her ass cheek, she must have been really weirded out.
yeah so we made out to make it less awkward
their motto was "the first one to get arrested wins" so of course today was interesting
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
There's just something classy about smoking a blunt in a prom dress.
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