She had hickeys... what's up with that?? HAHAHA
it was like having sex with a tree stump
im not gonna bother asking u how it was... we could hear u through the walls
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
Someone spilled vodka all over the elevator floor. Bring straws.
The gay is strong with you! You're more concerned about my outfit than my safety.
I don't remember, but I believe your goodnight phrase was "nice meeting you, thanks for not macing me"
I knew my bag made it because I could smell the fireball that spilled inside of my suitcase before it was on the luggage carousel.
I know this is a weird question but we both had pants on when my mom woke us up last night right?
Pennsylvania now holds the distinct honor of being the third state I've crapped my pants in.
So as you were leaving, you leaned on the table too much and 3 glasses slid and fell to the floor. You then looked at me and said "To be honest, glass isnt that expensive anyways" and stumbled out of the bar.
Last night you broke a mirror, and then rolled around in the glass shards. Miraculously, there's not a scratch on you...
She can't take shots?!? Literally if I could list that as a skill on a resume I would
It's bullshittery. It's asshattery. It's complete fuckery at its finest.
Look, I know why you're asking me, but just because I'm gay does not make me a wiki on butt sex. Ask a doctor or you know, the internet like everyone else.
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