I'm drinking in the hospital parking lot.
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
remember tomorrow: you burned the inside of your nose with incense. it hurt.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
Masterbating to gospel music is like god cheering on your orgasm
I wonder if u can grow weed on Framville and sell it to Mafia Wars?
dont touch anything in my room. If its phallus shaped, i can almost guarantee its been in my vagina.
I was unaware that a tutu and pasties was appropriate attire to this
So I peed on what I thought was a wall while in nashville come to find out while running from the cop it was just a dark tinted window and the while bar witnessed me peeing
We've reached the point in our fuck buddy relationship where we are playing words with friends. This is too intimate.
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
I hope your fat roommate breaks the bunkbed and crushes you in your sleep
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
Ok maybe now I get why I'm single I think I just broke a rib pooping
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