I think I might be in your shoes. Except they are actually my shoes. Either way these shoes are wasted.
Wow, haven't had to deal with the 'stoned at the dinner table' scenario in a while
You had me sold at "fucking you down the slide"
I would be the drunk girl eating cake on the front steps alone.
Every man needs a table where they can sit and reflect on the successful penile conquests of the day.
The condom broke. Its OK tho, turns out I was just humping her thigh for 20 minutes. Jager dude, Jager.
she just announce I'm david copper field and tried to shove a napkin down my throat
Haha. Maybe he's one of those feminine men who fucks like a god then makes you fantastic crepes afterwards
All I remember is while we were making out M.A.A.D City came on so I pushed him off of me so I could rap along.
30-degree weather + Metal Cockring Monday = really hard to pee.
Let's just say his oral game was lacking. Hell, lacking is too nice of a word to describe it.
I wish I could accurately explain the embarrassment of standing in your bathroom with women's nair on your ass waiting to get in the shower.
Ive got small boobs, but they sure do like to pop out and party with the big dogs.
This conversation went from me banging other women's husbands to learning about baked goods. If that isn't personal growth I don't know what is.
also. when i get a car, the amount of space there is for sex WILL be a huge deciding factor.
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