I think he may have called me a bar rat, jokingly. I said i was but in a non-trashy way.
he kept bringing up different times we had sex and i wouldnt say anything back. i would never confirm nor deny the situation...like a politician ya kno
I wish my dick could take responsibilities for his own actions
I was dancing barefoot on glass at one point. That really sobered me up.
i've never heard her scream louder than when the koreans scored. what am i lacking in bed?
Ps if we're still living vicariously through each other, you had sex on a beach last night
she always winds up in the cupboards its nothing new.
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
I let him watch sportscenter while we fucked. How did he repay me? I'm now missing class to get a shot in the ass for the clap. You and I are getting wasted and keying someone's car this weekend.
I tried to pay my tab and go home but she wrote me a "list of things I'm good at" with fellatio as no 1...
he said we should drink responsibly and we all just kinda sat there laughing at him
I literally have nothing else left to cut besides my drug budget; the dark days are among us
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
I just got woken up by that guy wearing a Krispy Kreme hat giving out donuts
You’re going to be a doctor, and I’m going to be a trophy wife. We both have goals
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