So somehow I got from NYC to a suburban town in the middle of Jersey. At 4am. Thank god there are trains that can rectify my mistakes...
so high i just made my own version of grilled cheese using toast and spray cheese
here comes the puke
It's like I paid NJ Transit $33 to suck his dick and go home. Fuck that.
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
He wouldn't let me go down on him. He stopped me and told me he was a giver.
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
We lived together for a year and neither of us knew we were both gay.
I walked into a McDonalds at 8:30 am with a half-eaten apple and a solo cup. Never felt so judged.
It's gameday bitch. Man up.
You made out with two different species that night
Well, if it gives you any indication, when I got there, there was already some dude passed out naked in the treehouse.
Note to self don't stop having sex during an earthquake! I call it a 6.1 orgasm!
He had a cruise ship of a dick and I need to set sail on that ocean again
Shut up. You had me at killer robots. Your place or mine?
She really wants to hug you. With her vagina.
There's even glitter on my cock...
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