Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
we better have passed that bar exam - i dont want to have to drink like this again
we were hanging out in his room and he decided to play WoW.. so i took off all my clothes while he wasn't paying attention and laid on his bed and started playing with myself.
did he notice?
of course he didn't notice.. he was playing a fiesty level 1 fucker that wouldn't give up..
I am unable to type or say "unprotected, receptive anal sex" with a straight face. clearly, HIV was a poor research paper topic choice.
In a cab. Towels everywhere. Confused.
He tells me he loves me and I say I just want him for sex, then he looks at me like I just said I hate puppies. What kind of guy is he?
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
Also I just had a flash back ... He told me I have nice nipples and then asked me about yours..
I enjoy the level of friendship we have achieved until you ask me to determine what may or may not be gentile warts via iphone pic
I texted him in the morning wishing him a day as spectacular as his dick was.
in other news i got caramel vodka poured on me. upside, i smell amazing
we had sex in his office so i figured it was appropriate to like his company's page on facebook
You set fire to his cat.
In my defense, I did not think it would be in the trash bag.
just had an acid flashback in my therapist's office. i am a walking stereotype
I dont understand why i cant be a wizard
Randomize
