dude, my own friends sent me home from a party last night. real cool assholes. real cool
id tell you what to do, but my morals dont exactly scream, "Listen to this guy!"
it tastes like there's a party in my mouth and everyone is throwing up
its freezing days like this when i seriously consider littering to speed up the global warming processes.
can't make this up: he's writing lyrics for the musical reenactment of how he met her @ an anime convention to perform at their wedding. yes, there'll also be dance routines involved.
sometimes i wish i was a boob, they get to chill in soft and cuddly little cup things.
And then she apologized after the blow job for being too sick to deep throat. I'm in love..
Hope your thanksgiving is a complete blowjob festival.
Dude true life I died at the derby...I lost everyone I knew, went down a bourbon and mud slip and slide, lost my hat, fell off the roof of a porta potty, sprained my ankle and knee and then got arrested.
I saw a groundgog last night outside my back door. I now have a new wedding gift idea.
I could be the Kenny Powers of Sex Therapists.
I can't believe you tried to cock block me from A DIFFERENT TIME ZONE.
What a weekend. It started with me realizing i might not be straight and ended with me spraining my foot.
there is definitely a hickey on my left nipple.
Sober sex is weird like I didn't expect this when I got clean
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