Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
Just got judged by the front desk clerk, 2 maids and a security guard at the Sheraton. I've decided to use this as a character building experience.
I don't think you seem to understand this concept. WHEN A GAY GUY HANDS YOU A DAIQUIRI, YOU DRINK IT.
I decided I'm going to give him a celebratory fuck for his accomplishments. Knocked on his door, handed him some condoms and said "I'll be over tonight with sex and booze"
I want to be you.
Well for number 40 i would prefer to at least like the guy attached to the dick
Dear god. Please. Please do NOT deprive yourself of dick for 90 days. Blood will spill. Wolverines will howl. I can't handle that kind of terror.
Thats not real though. Slash there are other extenuating circumstances to lead me to believe dick is wanted
HOLY FUCK I SPELLED EXTENUATING RIGHT ON THE FIRST TRY. IM THE BEST DRUNK NA
Do you sleep with the same women I've already slept with on purpose?
I'm pathetic. I'm eating cream puffs in the bath and crying a little.
So in my DUI class I had to write down 3 people I'd call if I needed to talk and why...they all want to meet you now...
He got you flowers. How bad can the sex really be?
I'm allotting you four buildings to piss on tonight. Choose wisely.
The night's not a success unless at least 60% of participants wake up with bite marks on their genitals the next morning.
I don't know what kind of parties you go to, but we should hang out more often.
Refresh my memory....were we forced to leave or did we choose to leave?
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