I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
I miss being able to drink at 11am just cause it was sunny outside.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
So i know you wont get this until you land, but if i'm late its cause i was having sex. being blunt and hope that explains things.
So he told me he wanted to fertilize my caviar. Im avoiding all foreign exchange students from now on.
An attempt at squeezing a tomato to make a bloody mary just says desperation all over it....
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
I just wanna be craddled in his arms and spoon fed applesauce..
that's the most romantic thing you've ever said.
we should look into getting a golf cart for the weekend. i have a feeling legs wont be a sufficient source of transportation.
Boats looked like robot pelicans and time was slow and now im on wipe out
Lets both be adults and never talk about last night again.
Got stiff armed by the garbage man on the back of the truck...I just wanted to ride one block dude
WHAT IS HAPPENING
A FLOCK OF DICKS IS MIGRATING TOWARDS US.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
Tonights mission: get trashed, smoke a bowl on top of the silo, get some dick. Not necessarily in that order.
Randomize
