It's like you don't even want to get drunk with me everyday, anymore.
splinters make it hard to masturbate
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
Just realized the guy is in my class. Unless there's another guy that had half his ear bit off at a St. Patty's party
Slip and slide hallway was not one of my better ideas.
its just been over 12 hours, and i`m dying, don`t know how i`m supposed to survive the holidays sexless
OUR DIABOLICAL SLUT PLAN HATH COMMENCED!
Have you ever just sat there and thought about past penises?
Some guy is in my phone as Pat McAwesome.
Update: just imagined being dirty talked to in an Irish brogue and I think my vagina became a sentient being.
I HAVE TOO MICH DICK TALKING TO ME IDK WHAT TO DO.
walk of shame across osu's campus on game day. i can see all the spots i threw up last night. its like my personal yellow brick road.
I am in no place to make rational decisions, but right now i want you inside me
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
Randomize
