um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
he asked if thats how we do it in the states..like there's cultural difference in fucking between canada and the us..
It wasn't a wasted relationship. I got road-head in an Escalade. I still keep that with me.
I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
I don't know why I've never thought to take my bong into the bathtub before.
I just discovered cum stains from two different guys on my wall. I don't know whether to be proud or horrified.
I gave him 3 xanax and recorded the ball drop. He's gonna think tonight is New Years.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
My goal for the night is to see your housemate's one lonely teste.
Our foot and a bit height difference is kinda fun, except she's so tiny that after we ate burritos it looked like she was pregnant. I had a confusing bonner.
You're like the Mr. T of my A-team, only less gold jewelry and more pitying of fools.
That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day.
I will not be held responsible for my vagina's poor judgment.
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
Please don't throw the wedding bouquet at me
He nicknamed his dick "the fountain of youth" I think it's time to move on...
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