I feel like I just won at life, no connection sex and free 12 pack of beer after. Does life give out trophies, if so I want a big one.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
I wonder if u can grow weed on Framville and sell it to Mafia Wars?
So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
In case you were wondering, transporting lube in a ziploc bag is just as bad of an idea as it sounds.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
I found my phone outside under the leaves by the curb. What the fuck did I do last night
He has in a pan: ten pieces of bacon, two cloves of garlic, an egg (not scrambled or hard boiled, just an egg) and frozen corn.
i spent an hour trying to convince my psychiatrist that the fact that i showed up for my appointment drunk was progress, and she does not agree
yeah we're mixing orange juice, vodka, and rum and calling it Oj Simpson On Trial
I don't see how I managed to fuck up so much shit in an hour and a half..
first time i ever mailed panties back to a fuck buddy. what better of a way to say its over
didn't prepare for this snow storm at all. i only have like 6 beer and all my booty calls already went home for the holiday. this is bull.
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youll appreciate my drinking habit one day...
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