i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I'd do that. But we would need storm trooper helmets.
When I start puking tomorrow, just let me be. it'll start around 8:35. just let me heave. i love this part of my morning.
Tried to dry my shoes in the oven last night.
I dunno. It's not as good as 'devourer of cocks' but I suppose few things are.
I'm cuddling with a baby pig and drinking champagne right now.
I'm hungover as hell. I'm dying. I have no skin left on my knees
I waxed the left side of it and was in too much pain to do the right side so my crotch looks like cruella devil
You gave me balls I gave you half a boob. Fair trade
That's why we don't trade sex for Taco Bell. It's called the dollar menu.
Apparently after I threw up I put my socks in the toilet......
I dont' remember leaving St. Cloud, getting home, or apparently directing traffic in the middle of the fucking street while black out drunk.
if you come you're not allowed to wear pants. if you arrive wearing pants you won't be wearing them long.
He's got the good dick trifecta - flip phone, works outside, bed with no headboard.
It was ok until his mom walked in and asked if he turned on the crock-pot...
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