And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
And as you crawled into the bathroom last night you repeatedly said "I know the routine".
The only piece of furniture in the apartment is a wine rack.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
He played a tape of his mad rapping skills after the final...his rapper name was Mad Stylz and he rapped about all the pussy he got in the 90's. I love Sociology.
No, we have matured. We've stopped having sex in front if his room mate.
I feel like god wrote up a contract of my life, and i just signed off on that shit without reading the fine print.
So last night I learned something new. Whenever I drink beer out of a bottle a random guy buys me another one. It was like as soon as the glass hit my lips every guy in a 20ft radius got a hard on.
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
you know that feeling on acid where you think the world stops just to fuck with you? That's what it felt like.
I drew you a picture of Jesus holding hands with Frida Kahlo as a token of my gratitude
But yeah, that is officially the new "I just came" picture
He just pulled a Spanish chick using google translate!!!! We are at the bar and she speaks zero English. Hes a fucking magician!!!!!!
This is what happens when you leave: I get all vulnerable and I make out with the cowboy to shut him up about Jesus.
Ever been to a strip club with one stripper? I have. And she sucked.
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