You just kept rubbing her head and repeating "I really like your head, I want your head..." over and over for like 10 minutes straight... And she didnt even stop you.
I was just referred to as 'the margarita slut' by an 11 year old.
his grandma walked in on us. twice. and he was truly fucking surprised when i put my pants back on.
he grabbed my head and said "you are a horse. I am leading you to water" pushed it down and whispered "Drink."
I'd rate him "doable" on a scale from "ew, run" to "you should've already fucked him".
That's about an "8" on normal scales.
And for some reason I was covered in ants... So your probably covered in ants as well
You could probably play six degrees of separation of my cock in this city.
You didn't know it was a gay bar until the 7th guy rejected you. You were crying because you thought it was just a bad night. No more for you.
New level of stoned. My Terry's Chocolate Orange didn't 'whack-and-unwrap' so I ate it like an apple.
it went ok. then he slept in a parking lot and took me out for a picnic the next day. boys are confusing.
I've been asked to reupholster their slam-couch so I found some off-cuts of medical-grade, hermetically sealed fabric. She'll be slammed upon for generations to come.
I told you, I'm taking a sledgehammer to your walls. Fuck your walls.
I'm Batman.
Also I just took Ritalin with coffee so if anyone wants to know what numbers sound like, I got you
I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know what I said to you. Start with that.
Truth. Though I have held steadfast to the notion while the rest of you wavered. I had faith in his homosexuality.
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