you know how i said i wouldn't send that pic message of your lofted bed falling from you fucking a fat chick? that was after i sent it to your mom
There is a bruise on my cock the size of a golfball. Bad sign.
I just don't get it. Video games don't suck his dick.
they described our state of being as looking similar to a crime scene....you were on the ground and i was running around screaming.
Like. There is beer on the other side of that door and 6 yards in. If he's not back in 20 minutes to let me in, I am using this tree as a battering ram.
to whom it may concern. if i am dead in colleens bed it is not her fault i slept in my scarf. my dads middle name is ronald.
No, listening to the fray and drinking a bottle of jack daniels does not count as counseling
So the old dude that tried to fight me is definitely Katie's dad. And the pot cookie's kicking in. Shit is getting weird.
But mostly the blowjob in the airport bathroom was what I was laughing at.
there's a photo set of like seven dicks covered in glitter....i don't know what to do
Currently at a fetish club with a set of swings (don't ask). Having flashbacks to the park by my house
Took his shirt off. Announced he was Jesus. Threw up. Asked me to cuddle him to sleep. And then tried to kiss me. Typical Saturday night.
i was asked to be gay of honor by three different girls and NONE of the groomsmen at any of the weddings is open to experimenting. i mean whats the point then.
I texted him back and I am so nervous I may vomit up all of the soup I just ate.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
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