Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
The guy at McDonald's just told us there is no flash photography allowed.
i guess i called my mom last night. she wasnt nearly as impressed with what we did in the bathroom as i was
Somebody spraypainted a transformers head on a transformer box..my life is complete
I had to photo shop your nipple piercings. that was extremely awkward.
$100 bras are my way of telling my boobs that I love and appreciate them, and all the metaphorical doors they have opened for me.
I gotta shower this stuff off me I'm starting to hear baby kittens in the toilet tank again..
It's like someone is grabbing my scrodum with pliers and just hanging there.
His dick is hereby named Charles Dickens. Will's is less cerebral. I'd like to call it Pinnacle like the vodka we drank when we hooked up, but I feel like that's a compliment it doesn't deserve.
A part of me realizes this is a bad time to text. But I override it with my awesomeness
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
Eating power bars and masterbating... That's kinda my life right now. Is this what having a boyfriend means?
I would give a kidney to fuck him and he knows it. That bastard.
I don't just want drugs. I deserve drugs.
Definitely didn't just make out with a guy the same height as me just because we wanted to see what it would be like to not have to reach up....
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