You told me you were pretty sure you were god because you knew everything about everyone.
who's fault is it that she tells me today she is only 16 because i definately met her at the bar...
he kept a regular condom in his wallet just so he could comment on how it wouldnt fit before whipping out the magnums. i give him points for the build up
He gave me his number and said the usual call whenever you need someone but then was like... or just call me.
You would pick up a guy in AA.
This is working out surprisingly well considering it started out with us using a christmas tree as a battering ram
I'm promising sexual favors in return for his responsible life decisions. Now THIS is growing up.
he made me feel like a shish kabob. his dick was the skewer.
and you said he wasn't worth calling.
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
It wasnt until i started dancing that i realized i pissed myself dude. I dont think shes gonna call me back.
Well, he asked what my sign was, then proceeded to critique me on my beer pong stance... I really need to raise my standards.
It's entirely possible that I'm fucking yet another gay guy
Now go get drunk with your fam and get back into ur christmas groove. No time for gonnorhea
I can't masturbate without laughing really hard at some point and it's entirely your fault.
He said it only counts if it ends up on the internet
He's getting so into these sexts, I hate to tell him I'm fully clothes, watching Bring It On and eating chips and salsa.
Randomize
