i havee beer in my backseat and a glow in the dark condom in my cleaveage.
you're going for the gold here.
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
i was concerned by what you said you would do for a snickers. It wasn't even a Klondike bar.
There is a distinct lack of front teeth here.
She brought up feelings... her days are numbered
Had her hockey skates on in the house. Whole floor is ruined.
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
Couldn't see or hear that well because she hit me on the back of the head with a bat. That is my excuse. Also the gin.
No, no, no. Fuck you. I took a glass blowing class solely to learn how to make that bong. You shattered it and my dreams in a matter of five seconds.
Apparently william has a "couch montage"...an album of facebook photos of himself on different couches in various states of happiness and despair. A heartwrenching journey through what was clearly a significant part of his life. I'd mock him more but I think the fact that I looked through it means he's already won
I miss college girls! You know how depressing it is to fuck 30 year olds? That's what failure feels like
He's worked out some sort of arangment where all three of them are dating each other and they've all moved into an apt. with two king beds pushed together
A true beacon of hope in these dark times
There something about a girl that pirates lemonade off a restaurant fountain as a mixer that I find intriguing.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
She asked how many sexual partners I'd had and I was like "Honestly I don't even know". And then she said "well last time you said 8." And my inner monologue busted out laughing and I was like "Oh I'd say like 11 or 12.....plus 20."
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