So how was he last night?
Five-minute foot-long.
i was focused on more important things... like standing, and not spilling my beer
im pretty sure all they do is fuck. and talk in baby talk. its two babys fucking basically.
I wish you would always start your sentences with "speaking of my clit..."
She is a social worker. An actual good person trying to save the world. I feel like every time I give her an orgasm God wipes a little smudge off of my shit list.
At least my fat-chick-ratio has not been that bad this semester ...
She passed out in his mom's bed and when we went to go get her she went 'no its cool I live here'.
I think that last shot was nyquil. Please come gte me. WINGS.
Dude.. full face helmets and hangovers do not mix... I am never going to get rid of the smell of puke.
They conduct scientific research memoirs about what sort of shit happened last night after I ate those cookies.
I walked into the bathroom of the hotel and she's in the bath tub with a guy she met a day ago. They were sharing a shrimp cocktail platter and shot gunning bud lights. Oh and it was noon.
if there is one thing you splurge on it better be nice condoms
FYI: Brian said he left me in the bathroom Friday night to shower and 45 minutes later found me with a towel around my head, my pants on and holding my boobs. No more Jell-O shots for me.
I'm at 45 minutes post orgasm, and I still feel my insides spasming. Pretty sure I just fucked Superman.
He's a downgrade and it was quick. But it was dick nonetheless.
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