hey its robert, we just made out in the backyeard. i'm inside now and you should come to the bathroom and meet me.
Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
Men with bald spots should not have mohawks. Just in case you didn't know.
My drug dealer is spending the weekend in my studio apartment. I feel like I've crossed a line that should never be crossed.
i'm pretty sure i saw my life flash before my eyes when we ran a red light. i continued to drink and be the drunk backseat driver.
It's like we come as a package. Your slogan should be "be in my family, sleep with my roommate."
My slogan can be "bonding the family together. One dick at a time."
Two people confessed their love to me last night. Drunk is a good color on me
Realized it was likely to be cursed, didn't want my own Johnson magically turning into some sort of fire breathing reptile and eating me
That is an interesting fear as well as image
It feels like New Years Day all over again...me trying desperately not to throw up in the backseat & mom and dad blissfully unaware in the front
I mean, the sex was awesome last weekend, but I didn't even imagine I'd reached ovarian rupture status.
I had to bail out of the tour de Franzia because I have class Saturday morning. Grad school is ruining my life
We got drunk, we had raw sex and we discussed about the showrunner change in Doctor Who, in that order.
He told us a story about a time his 80 year old uncle karate chopped a dick in a glory hole.
It's routine now. He comes home from work and i ride him like a cowgirl with only a few sips of wine. I love being his neighbor.
I called him Oliver all night
His name is Brandon
Dude... Those don't even start with the same letter...
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