No, this time she was diabetic. I think I fucked her into diabetic shock.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
It's sad that your definition of adulthood entails banging your boss after getting hammered at happy hour, and putting the tab on the company credit card.
You want anything?
Gatorade and you naked.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
We ended not having sex. I didn't want to explain that I was wearing a Unitard because all my socks and underwear were dirty.
Your dick is going to fall off. Be careful or you'll get callouses. A workingman's dick.
I just realized in a weird reversed way I hustled a stripper last night
I just want to trick people into going on dates with me so they can bring back to their houses and let me use their wifi.
You left a bit of molly on the table and my mom found it. She asked what it was, I said "not drugs"
She believed me because "leaving that much behind on the table would be a waste so obviously it's not drugs."
So instead of going to meet her mom, I decided to jump out of her window which was about 1.5 stories off the ground. I'm alright, but I ended up meeting her mom anyway.
If I could go one week without being called a maneater or a spanish trolip that would be great.
we're so committed to being not committed
I basically go to him for great dick and great memes.
I know she’s pissed I fucked her husband, but I didn’t know he was married until after I blew him at Legoland
Randomize
