So he sent me a text that said "say hi to your vajayjay for me"
Was there any message he wanted you to relay to your asshole?
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
It involved anal and pop rocks. Tell me how that could have ended well.
That reminds me of that one time you handcuffed me to a table leg while I was reaching for the vodka.
Just left the frat house in last nights clothes minus my earings, shoes, underware, tequilla cap, and my dignity. If you see me on your way home just hit me
The van in front of me contains people having SEX. I am in full view of a SEX VAN.
He said he wanted to "superfuck" me
Does he wear a cape??
I cannot describe the pre-ejaculative horrors thru the medium of text messaging
If your find a 12 pack on your doorstep consider it a gentleman's agreement to never speak of that night again
literally 50% of my time being 20 has involved my genitals thus far
I wanted lighthearted conversation about ordering bulk condoms and anal lube but he's depressed and talking about god hating him, ugh
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
Neighbour is sobbing. Difficult to masturbate.
yo dude not sure how this happened but im drunk at your house eating burritos with your mom and sister. hope you're having fun in new zealand
I am just High Enough to train A-Team of bodybuilding squirrels MMA techniques to tear you asunder. And it's not that I want to is just don't you make me do it!
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