last night i got mauled by 2 gay men who were trying to make each other jealous by making the other think they could swing back- you're going to love atl
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
For future reference, never invite the people you met at Dunkin Donuts at 2am to your house to watch Dogma
You could say the cab driver was less than excited when we called his personal cell phone at 4am for directions back to our hotel after having blacked out at the club
I literally just wrote "I'm sorry" in my blue book, got up and walked out
I took us ten minutes to realize the shower sex going upstairs was the reason the kitchen ceiling was flooding.
i threw up in a box in my own lap driving today.
You threw up? Were you ladylike while you did it? I'm wagering that you were. Like a Disney princess. Like a "Puke Me Pretty" Barbie.
We've been here for ten minutes. She told me I wasn't "Irish enough", licked my tits, and then sprinkled green glitter on them.
If I don't survive tonitght I would like to thank you for the ricekrispy treats. I am majestic
So not the biggest tits he had his cock between. He could have lied.
We put your drunk ass to bed. 10 minutes later we heard you scream "DICK-PUNCH!!!" It was immediately followed by a shriek of pain and crying. So to answer your question; no, that's not "sex soreness".
Can we go one day without you telling me that your dick misses me
He won't leave and I need to take a shit and vomit, quite possibly at the same time.
boys just don't understand what they're missing out on.
he's missing out on my boobs looking marvelous this evening.
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