hey babe thanks for tonight, it was fun.
to be honest, i wanna fuck your friend.
He still wants to giggity, regardless of his girlfriend. So...I guess I'm happy again.
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
You had me at "you have a nicer rack then her"
i just remember pinky promising you guys to take care of him.
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
Things I had in my bed when I woke up: an avocado, a toilet brush, and a note that says thanks but no thanks with the number of taco bell on it. WHAT DID I DRINK?
So coach him. No guy wants to admit being unsure of something in bed. It's a man-law or something.
We told her to calm down. She said "I'm Buddha!". Then army crawled to the cooler for more vodka.
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
"He was so not worth staining my backseat for."
Moral of the story: I had sex to Back to the Future last night.
is it just me or does "lol" kill any sort of vibe while sexting?
He wanted to save my dignity, I just wanted beads and jäger
There are twenty eight units in that building. There has to be at least one heterosexual in it. You can't have fucked your way through all of it.
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