Weed

My day began pretty normal. Wake up, ate cupcakes, put on jean shorts, called in sick to the strip club and headed to wal-mart. Turns out my sex partner(that lackluster ass-hat, dirty water, dick-lipped, anti-poon waste of sexual organs and air) decided to break up with me in my car in hopes that I would eat it him out and then go to work super sexed up.

It worked, I was really sexed up. Really SEXEDUPED. So sexed up I could taste sweat and touch vikoden. Up was Hard and left was plump. But, unlike the joyful acceptance that comes from willingly doing car-sex, un-willingly doing them is much harder. I didn't know how I got sexedup, which lead me to think I was having a stroke or that I had died and this was some weird limbo sex position. Ultimately I decided that I was still dreaming. This was a mistake.



Tlkn bout drugs iz k00l.

 

Lol> .

 

Fake and gay, but without the fake

 

What the fuck did I just read

 

something very gay.

 

i had to put a true spin on what elite was

REALLY​

thinking.

 

lmao, flip out, love em! <3

 

Thanks for sharing.

 

no, thank you for sharing.

 

This was a very gay story.

 

I'm glad you found it to be very happy. i hope it lifted your spirits.