Hey, kurt drew a penis on you and wrote my innotals. I had nothing to do a/ that.
Last night he was fingering me with one hand to his ear, calling himself 'dj clittles'
Thats what happens when go home with guys that wear shutter shades to the bar..
Holy jesus god. My teeth taste like street.
Sometimes I kiss girls just to make them shut up.
So for Valentine's Day...I finally swallowed. I feel like I earned that steak.
Keep in mind that he's 43, unemployed and living with his parents. There's really not much we could do to make his life worse.
i was congratulating myself on not falling down the stairs when i walked into the wall. it's like one step forward, two steps into the fucking wall
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
I took a few sips of my hugeee bottle of liquid Vicodin and smoked my one hitter and now I'm going thru my attic like Indiana Jones
They're making him take his shirt off cause they think he's the bouncer. We're in his backyard.
He bought segways. We ride them when we get drunk. Last night he ran through the sliding glass door.
It will be interesting
Isn't that your life's motto?
Mark my words I will never date another cop again. I don't care if he's JESUS.
Oh, and let me go get some popcorn, watching you make your own decisions should be quite the shitshow.
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