Last night we were drunk and talking about rude things, I mentioned felching and had to explain it to everyone. Everyone was disgusted and asked how I knew about such filth and I told them you told me. Don't get mad. Also a quck heads up, you might get gifts of straws at work,
I told him that all frat guys do it... it was that easy to get him to go down on me.
The other night after we fucked we talked about Lowe's vision insurance. Never fuck a coworker.
Every time I roll over in bed I land on a different vibrator. I feel I'm the only one with this problem.
We shall study the pictures later and see if his penis is worth my time.
If we can't get laid at a bar crawl, we should just quit life.
This is home. And home is where you find your family. And you try not to make out with your family.
It's either gonna be a cock in my mouth or a burger. You decide which.
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
drunk brunch me or lose me forever
He whispered "Are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs?" when he was inside me. That is NOT my fetish.
Why does fireball set life on fire? Your insides, your head, your behavior...
we just smoked for like ten hours and got froyo. not a bad start to the weekend.
Today we memorialize my orgasms. Taken from me over six months ago, gone too soon. Here's to hoping we'll see one again
it was weird i started the party in just my underwear and woke up in my clothes
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