Driving out to Plano is like driving away from your twenties
I'm pretty sure I'm almost gay. Like, I'd do it if I had no choice. Like, if i were in prison I'd try it.
i just rolled a joint on the giving tree. that book has given me so much.
The worst part is I think my tongue cut his penis and now he wont talk to me.
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
his dick makes me think maybe a monogamous relationship forever is possible.
He had to stop fucking her halfway through to do a shit. When he returned she was still waiting for him. The joys of MDMA
Annabeth just got on the bar and slurred something about how she was worried that when she started dating you your penis wouldnt fit. You are one lucky bastard my friend.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
It sounded like he said "don't stop" but all I could hear were his balls.
I don't want random pictures of your morning wood. It's like, what a glorious morning oh a penis.
I got so many dick pics last night. It was like a slideshow from heaven.
I expected better sex from someone with the word CHAOS tattooed above his dick. But on the bright side, he was down to watch a documentary on Honey Badgers afterwards so I guess I'll keep him around.
Haven't sucked a dick since mid December. In crisis mode.
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