so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together.
i have now learned nap means the same thing as sex in college
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
If you're trying to piece together your night, I can tell you where those tassels came from.
Don't be offended. I can't even stand sleeping next to my dildo after I'm done, let alone a whole person.
She's the second Ashley to meet and blow me in the same night. Sensing a trend.
The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he has an orgasm: dying walrus.
Just saw a drunk bitch in the west village peeing on a car. You are not alone.
You're like Jane Goodall in a forest of gay men. Someday your autobiography will be called "Bottoms in the Mist".
yeah, I'm getting gagged by the cock of fate
Hahaha more like walk of pride. You entered the lions den last night.
Two of my roommates are waxing their vaginas in the living room. Can I come smoke?
Worse. He's Mormon. At least a gay guy will go get drinks with me.
Why is there cereal literally EVERYWHERE?
It didn't follow directions.
You can now call me Rabbi, and I can now perform weddings, funerals, and other services in all fifty states. You're welcome, world.
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