DO NOT FUCK HIM ON MY BEAN BAG CHAIR
At one point I thought we were going to have to fuck our way out of their apartment
I cant believe im wasting my plan b experience on this guy. I should have saved it for someone special.
also, i am in no position to judge as my life choices today went along the lines of "YAY VODKA". for breakfast.
So, we estimated there is at least 40 pounds of boob in our house.
i made up my own drinking game and i took a secret shot every time someone asked me about school or my future
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
Then she looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I missed my foreskin. Weirdest conversation ever.
So I considered mediating this morning and instead I master-bated...same thing right?
as I was leaving in the morning with his clothes on his roommate pops up and goes 'don't you dare steal that shirt, i gave it to him for his birthday'.
I don't know why, but whenever I shave my balls I feel more aerodynamic.
The report specifies "melted cheese food" as the cause of the burns. Your pride, like your cock, isn't getting out of this without heavy damage.
I didnt know whether I was going to vomit or orgasm because I was feeling both sensations
Someone made a Christmas song to the Flintstones theme and I'm suing for emotional distress.
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