when she was cumming she looked like terri schiavo. it took all of my memorized porn images to not go limp.
Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
Thru out the entire phone conversation I went from thinking: he's making a gay come-on, to he's trying to sell me drugs, before realizing he was offering me a job with an internet company. Things are gonna be awkward in class this week.
Barack Obama mentioned plan B and suddenly this address seems a lot more personal
they pretty much knew i was there to get drunk and fuck their daughter
he has the hands of the vagina gods.
Im just saying it can't be that bad if he drove himself to the er. We'll head that way when we finish playing scattergories
somedays, I wish the drugs you give me would convince me they were a bad idea preingestion.
where's the fun in that?
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
He wants to tie me naked and spread out on his table, press a vibrator to my clit and feed me ice cream.
That is my stoner wet dream!
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I sent a picture of my balls to one of my best friends, so basically it was an average night.
HE MIGHT HAVE YOUR BUTTHOLE, BUT HE CANT HAVE YOUR HEART. THATS MINE.
Like I thought me shitting my pants was bad today... Then the election happened.
And he put my hair in my clip while i blew him...and he did a good job
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