I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
Anyone ask you how much a bj cost yet? That shirt is so whorish
i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
She was so loose she sounded like a jar of salsa. I didn't know that was even possible.
Then he showed me his sketchbook. Every drawing was a hand in different 'fingering positions'. Dear JESUS.
Hne relally is a cite oerfect gome. Nes awddddddddooooome.
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
Not drinking has really freed up a lot of my time. I made a bracelet yesterday. I miss bars.
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
No it was good. I serenaded the holding cell occupants with a fabulous rendition of Making Love out of Nothing at all. It was fucking amazing!
Can't tell if its the LSD or if that demon man just stared at my penis. Cleveland is a weird place. All true stories.
I swear to god if you eat that last piece of pie while I'm gone I will never speak to you again. I'm so serious.
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
Can I make sure all my sluttiness goes to you when I die? You're the only person I know who'll make use of it
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