people and things i regret. that's what i want to do tonight.
his receeding hairline makes running into him so much less awkward. almost enjoyable actualy
as soon as his mom opened the door to let me in the house she asked if i would like a shot
it's gonna be a great weekend
While you were puking in the ocean I was rubbing your back saying "Just give it back to Mother Earth".
Well, she's officially disappointed in me. I have it writing.
he can show you his cooooock\nshining, shimmering, splendiddddd
What shirt can I wear out that says 'I may have a broken arm, but it's not the one I give handjobs with'?
This is now the friendly bartender typing for him. He wants to be on you. He is going to "destroy your vagina". Good luck and sorry if this woke you up!
It was like a Thanksgiving meal, which you spend 8 hours cooking, and the family wolfs down in 20 minutes. All that flirting and build-up for like 90 seconds of pumping and he was gone in a flash, never to be heard from again.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
You don't know bruises until you've been banged by 3 drunk bagpipers in the back of thier bus
kind of bad when u call a cop an asshole for driving you home from the bar
they were drunk. and loud. and now they're drunk and quiet. or dead, you never know.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
Now the fun stuff starts.
Someone is losing a finger.
Randomize
