I just spent the night with a bunch of indian guys and i wasn't attracted to a single one. Yeah i've officially become an anti-indian indian.
I can no longer count the number of girls I've banged on my fingers and toes. It's like being born again.
I guess you don't remember pouring tequila in the dog bowl and slurping it.
She was standing in the road flagging traffic in a tshirt and boxers. I didn't stop.
All she wanted was a cigarette
they were having sex on the toilet apparently and everytime someone knocked they flushed. it was like an auditory scoreboard of sex duration.
Like for real, is your junk ok? I have to look after my investments.
She shoved a hot dog in my pocket and started grinding on it.
In bathroom. Hand in air with cell phone. Help.
There's a Taco Bell quesadilla in my shower caddy right now.
I just felt emotion and I'm not okay with it
he yelled at me like a drill sergeant while I quickly tried to take off my pants
He sent me a flaccid dick pic from the bathroom at the bar and he said I'm sorry it's not all hard and good looking. Props to him - I did ask for a pic.
Everything is a learning experience. Last night we learned why I'm not allowed to bring guys home from the bar....
You ghosted you're own booty call. Wow what a sad sad man.
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
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