how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
are any of them hardcore sluts...just absolute worthless human beings? if not the paper wins
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
we were running to make last call and you stopped me and said very seriously "if i fall, go on without me. just make sure theres a beer in my hand when you go"
Apparently, Mom was less-than-happy about us shotgunning beers before we opened presents.
Today's forecast is horny with strong chance of booty calls. Low of Craigslist cruising, and a high of climaxing in a stranger's bed.
My chest hair is, as we speak, arching upward to embrace my neck beard. The union will be a storied one.
Hungover. Have to fix everything I've broken. I'm gonna be very late.
Whatever it's Canadian jail, it's not like Guatemala or something. It'll be nice and cushy and they'll probably throw him a big bday party with all his friends and strippers
Honestly and this might sound scary... But I want to get high and play with weapons
Ok. As long as I can keep Kevin contained to the room I'll be ok. If not u might have a naked puking Kevin at ur door
I just fell and sprained my ankle in the shower. No, I wasn't having sex. I was doing the time warp. Again.
You walked in on us hooking up, hugged me, high fived him and unhooked my bra.. You claimed to be helping
Also: that bruise on my leg where you left like 3 sets of teeth marks keeps getting run into the corners of desks and shit. And I can't even complain to anyone at work
She is beauty she is grace
she’s masturbsting in front of an open window while drunk af 9am
i thought you had class
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