Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
It really wasent that hard. The male one had a M and the woman one had a W. I just couldent comprehend that at the time.
is not sure whether or not everyone at the club last night calling me a-easy is a good thing?
And now we have yet another reason to never travel to Detroit
it's like iHOP with fire
I'm just trying to think of how much money Little Debbie would make if pot was legalized.
I'd like to say he was whispering sweet nothings into my ear all night but really he was just whispering "pussyyy"
Dude you couldnt even talk, you just kept hiccuping and slamming your head on the wall.
We were pulling the glow sticks off of him and he just kept yelling, "my bones! You're taking my bones!" and asking me if I was on the crew team
I give up. I can't handle that class sober any longer. I have an army of whiskey shooters for the next three weeks. Wish me luck.
You know how it is. Tell me not to do somebody and suddenly I wanna.
We left him in some bushes a few blocks down toward campus. Did he find his way home?
You mentioned his name and i threw up a little.
Ok, you agree to the terms? We can have sex, but this doesn't mean we're back together...it just means we're working on things. Got it? Sign here.
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
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