There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
oh and i really hope miley falls off this mountain she is climbing
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
In Canada she would be a 10 but here in America she's only a 7
but then i turned into a human whiteboard because i thought it was a good idea to bring out markers
She has a boyfriend. But if he's a decent human being he understands blowjobs don't count as cheating with her. Keeping those miracles to himself is a crime against humanity.
Her idea of a bathing suit is... well.. she might not actually even know what one is. I've only ever seen her in a pool drunk and fully clothed or attempting to get into a pool but tripping over her pants which are at her ankles. Drunk.
I just sang country roads at the top of my lungs with my cab driver. Tonight was a success.
Why is it that every study session with you turns into a hunt for drugs?
so hungover. I'm actually considering eating the snow off the roof so I don't have to leave my bed
The last thing I remember from that party was me shouting "hold my feet I'm going in strapped like Rambo"
Well I was thinking of taking him out for drinks then lecturing him about his drinking... kind of like an open minded intervention
I thought adderall would sober me up, but it did NOT.
You're like the Miss Manners of anonymous gay sex.
21st birthday weekend in Vegas has concluded and all I'm missing is my underwear and 'Contacts' icon on my phone home screen.
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