i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
It was amazing what she could do with her one good arm.
I can't even teach it... It's just natural slutyness.. My mom has it too
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
Revised rule: don't put your dick in the general vacinity of mental instability.
Not even dry humping. Not even a little bit.
What if I told you that I had 160 ounces of cheap malt liquor in my backpack? Espn films 40 for 40s presents: Edward 40 hands. Our room. 11PM/10 central
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
Please don't make me ever have to hear the words "the Queen's gynecologist" ever again.
So I've been in more fights on one leg than I've had on two.
I'm going to start charging you rent if you keep leaving your random conquests on my living room couch the morning after
Me sprinting out of your house without my bra or shoes is our entire relationship defined in a single moment.
Tom just texted me he's Tindering from his hospital bed while they're running heart tests on him.
That's dedication to the game.
I am naked and annoyed.
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
Randomize
