I had to remind him that there is no "age exchange rate" between the u.s. and spain, and that 16 will always equal 16
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
If you don't remember anything tomorrow, this is to remind you that you asked me in secret to build a bobsled with you and re-enact Cool Runnings.
I'm functioning at the level of a challenged walrus.
I remember desperately screaming that I love my life and running in zig zags all the way home
so, give him that "thank you for fighting for my freedom bj" & he wont even remember what you said in that six min voice mail.
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
I was wearing my get used bookstore shirt when we fucked. Ironic yet appropriate.
I woke up to my roommate checking my pulse
with hottub sex, handcuffs, Pocahontas themed lap dances, and eating pumpkin pie off each other, I'm gonna say thanksgiving will be a success ;)
No other way to put this but the dick was not worth him crying for an hour after. No more online hookups.
Teach me the ways of your demonic sorcery.
You've hit rock bottom, swam around the ocean floor, and brought back silverware from the titanic.
Randomize
