party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
Well i just wrestled a cop... p.s. i won
sometimes I think that if I just met him. he would have a crazy realization and fall madly in love with me. what do you say? I'm not just another fan.
laying in bed listening to christian music, jealous of the hope they have for their life. also need to beat off, can i think about you?
I have had it with that bitchy sack of crazy. Iam done!
He texted me for drugs this time. Not sex. I dunno if I should be pleased it's not sex or disappointed that I come across as a druggie
im drinking italian dressing and watching dexter. its 230am. lets never drink on sundays again.
Its important to me that you know there is a tambourine down my pants.
Just set out 2 water bottles as an offering to my hungover self.
When was the last time you wore pants?
Time is relative.
And pants are optional.
His cat watched us the ENTIRE time. Every time I glanced over the poor kitty looked at me as if I were pelvic thrusting her father to death.
This is what happens when you leave: I get all vulnerable and I make out with the cowboy to shut him up about Jesus.
I am in serious pain and you're making dick jokes. I hope you wind up with crotch rot.
That's how pantless uber rides happen
Is it too forward if I ask him to bring a condom when he comes over to work on our project?
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