Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
hes so high that he's convinced hes a duck. hes squating in the bathtub quacking. that was NOT JUST pot.
our conversations pretty much only consist of the phrase 'fuck you'. and the sex is fantastic. we've got a great thing going here.
When I blacked in, I was crying to my father at the swim-up bar that "I was going to win an Oscar." how do you THINK Mexico was?
You threw an open can of pop at me while I was lying on the floor babbling and drooling about how I need to be alone forever, me and my leaking face.
A BJ like that needs to be recommended.
My life has become one weird ass game. No one wins. No one loses. We all just kind of hang in limbo and hope we don't die. Eskimo sisters for life. Please have sex with one of them.
Is he the circus guy or the bi-curious street preacher?
I still don't like him. I'm also filled with alcohol, so I'll revisit the statement in the morning.
I mean obviously I like your dick... Jury is still out on you but your dick is good
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
Just burnt my tongue. Not sure if it will help or hurt giving blow jobs
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
I'm at this party and a blind kid just walked in and asked "where is the fucking pong table"
I now have scissors specifically made for cutting dicks off.
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