I am pretty sure the guy in the stall two dwn from me is jerking it...seriously
apparently the secret to your success is patron
We were sexting and at the end, instead of us having sex, he decided to put "we fell asleep in each others arms."
Nothing like studying in the College of Communication to make you realize how smart you are.
So apparently when I was 2, I went around drinking everybody's beer at some wedding, then passed out in a corner....
This explains a lot.
basically at this point ill snort whatever you put in front of me and just hope
i can barely draw a stick figure let alone shave a heart into my pubes
He sent a pic, I sent one back. Then nothing. It's like we sext-messaged goodbye and ended the relationship.
They're pole dancing on a handicap sign post.
I found a lucrative side business - giving rides home to drunk oil executives. Very profitable.
Do they mail horrible human being awards or do I have to pick it up or what's the protocol on that shit
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
You lost me at unexpected butt stuff. Everything else I would probably do.
sooo, that video of you eating lasangna with the strobe going magically reappeared on my phone
The progression was banging a stripper banging an unemployed stripper banging a sexual entrepreneur quarantining with benefits totally fucking whipped. Get it right dude
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