dude i woke up to 20 missed calls from you, 3 from a blocked number and had 13 voicemails that all said "send me a picture of your tits."
so im guessing thats a no.....
i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
he mailed me a thank you note for the blowjob.
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
they're like a gay fantastic four
I never thought that it would get to the point where I would have to specify that by "hang out" I meant "fuck like rabbits." Growing up shouldn't be this way.
He's bought his dick a cell phone. A cell phone. For his dick...
He gave me the number and told me that I if I want to hook up again, I have to call his penis.
I did something similar high once. I stopped like 30 feet in front of a stop sign because I felt like it was running towards me and I started crying. Got out my car and hugged it and told it not to run away people need it.
Just resonded to a booty call with "how much effort is required on my part?" I think I've finally reached the point of smoking too much pot
Tequila Tuesday.. tonight is the night I defeat the liquor.
I have class at 8:30 and I am not bailing you out of the drunk tank again.
She used my 100 Ways To Cope With Stress handout to wipe puke off her face
the cashier at the gas station pulled a twig out of my hair and told me I should probably wash it before work....it was kinda sweet.
Condoms and Ice Cream, that's all we need.
There's no button for "gave my boyfriend's cock to a friend" on my intimacy calendar.
i sent him a picture of his friend's dick and told him he should really stop thinking he's my only option.
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