i realized i had a pad on before i went to this guys house so i stuck it in his neighbors shrub.
Their bromance is so intense that they don't even eye-fuck when they see each other....they eye-make-love.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
there is no 'pace myself' on the blackout express
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
I cNt phones. tingles in my fingles. jingles
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
I guess I'm just gonna have to learn to live with the fact that I'm the guy who takes his pants off at the party and tries to start an orgy
right now I need to figure out a smart way to get an accurate picture of his dick so I know what in dealing with, right now in flying blind.
I just remember yelling "BODY SHOTS BODY SHOTS BODY SHOTS" while I was streaking
I'm in the kitchen making quiche for my fuck buddy and his wife. I'm probably not the chick to get dating advice from.
I'm still, like... really stoked about not having any STDs
WHY didn't you stop me from ordering $900 worth of socks last night when I was very obviously judgement impaired at the time?!?!
my life is like one bad, slutty lifetime movie.
I'm having to shit out rocks
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