So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
I took her to see 2012 then broke up with her, the movie was a metaphor.
i stopped calling them hangovers and started calling mornings a long time ago.
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
So. Much. Sex. I feel like i ran a marathon then someone kicked me in the vagina. Soo worth it
He left an apology note saying he had to work and that there was coffee, OJ and food on the table with two Excedrin. I left his spare key with the door guard and she said "too bad I don't go for skinny white boys or I'd jump you both!" Best one night stand ever.
It feels like New Years Day all over again...me trying desperately not to throw up in the backseat & mom and dad blissfully unaware in the front
you know that moment when all the alcohol kicks in and suddenly you realize the bar is very loud and you just want to bite someone sexy and ride their face i am kinda at that moment
It's like everything I need in life within a five block radius: booze, toilets, dogs, dicks.
I woke up with a twisted ankle and was covered in lube. Not entirely sure what happened last night
Between the deep breathing and nipple piercings , I thought I was in the twilight zone
I sent her a video on Snapchat of me cumming, with a Father's Day snap filter that said "#1 Dad".
Hey how're your balls?
Don't ever let me helicopter again.
Is it normal for a guy to send you a dick pic along with “He misses you”
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