I woke up this morning in a strange bed with a kid with an accent playing with my feet.
he quoted cool runnings while we were having sex: feel the rythm,feel the rhyme, get on up, its bobsled time
WHY DOES GOD HATE MY DICK
No joke. Last we saw of him he was naked and dragging that stupid goat into the bushes.
His mom walked into the kitchen smiling, made a scotch on the rocks, hit my bong, and told us goodnight enthusiastically. He's suddenly more appealing to me.
Take this only to mean that we love you, but we're having a serious, half-hour, hypothetical discussion about how far we think we could throw you.
i think i was tempted to text while we were making out. like i remember holding my phone up behind his head and just staring at it.
also, just kill me. literally hit me with a vehicle, or an aircraft, something that will ultimately make me forget tonight.
He came into your room last night to tell me he was leaving, when I woke up this morning he was facedown in your hallway. He didn't make it very far.
And then he posed under the bed and said, "you should draw me like one of your french girls." Why do they keep giving this kid drugs?
Going to the beach. Greeting Sandy with a blunt. Wish us luck!
It's gonna be ok. As we grow older we sometimes lose sight of what's important to us. Like safe sex. And standards.
I've already come to terms that I'm gonna have to bone a few gross librarians, but hey, it's college
bought even stevens on dvd and enough weed and pizza bagels to last us a week.. ready to get snowed in?
I was actually kind of excited. I mean, how many people can say they've been question by the CIA?
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