We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
Had to make a piece of abstract art. Your dick is in it
Dude i'm seriously thinking about his nipples.
Then you screamed "fuck her like shes not your sister tonight" at the people walking down the road.
Sorry really high. We have no lighter so we're lighting the bowl with rolled up paper towels lit by candle which also lit with a rolled up paper towel that we lit with the stove eye
so, what part of "he's slept with a guy" do you not understand?
She's riding a tiny four-wheeler and has a Dos Equis in her hand. I at least have to meet her.
On my way back to his place to see his "art". Why am I sure this is going to be nothing more than his dick in a box?
I'm not drunk enough to eat silly string
I'd introduce you to the guys, but you'd probably make them all fall in love with you
I could do with a Floridian man-harem. Let's do this.
Fuck away man. Like 3% of these new people will be back next week. This is the best week of the year to slam bitches at the gym.
I mean, with your nipple problem im surprised. #hangacoatonem
Well, I was asked to leave the Waffle House for "being to physical" so I think that option is off the table
He really only has clothes, like 4 boogie boards, and a bong here.
I'm fucking sick of guys. I think I'm going to date myself. No drama. And I know I'll always put out.
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