drunk doesn't even begin to explain it. dude called him and said to bring you back because he'd already called dibs.
we marched down beaver avenue with lit tiki torches humming the olympics opening song.
It's a good deal. He teaches me how to longboard, then we have sex
we've decided to start cutting you off when you can't figure out how to work an ipod.
Swallowing. Like you said. Lions. Always.
The polaroid of me taking a test-tube of Jegar out of the gay guys mouth pretty much explains my trip to Spain.
BoomCity!!!
You don't have to text me that every time you have sex. I already heard you ring the gong.
No I have an idea, I saw you running through the neighborhood at 3am while I searched for my flip flops in a ditch
I guess I'll just chalk it up as a learning experience and a lot of great sex.
I need to keep a secret stash of instant alcoholic margaritas for when i deal with people. For example, right now, im grading, and I just don't fucking care any more. My students should make a thank you card for Jose Cuervo.
We peed together in a dark alley while holding hands. That is a bond that can never be broken.
Tbh I fell asleep cuddling a bag of Brazilian nuts. Franzia never dissappoints me
Do you remember the guy that smelled like hot dogs?
I want your attention. I want your attention in the form of your penis inside my vagina.
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
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