You work out of a Hotel?
Im starting to think including a smiley face in texts may or may not be a code for 'lets have sex'
Im going to research this theory. . .
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
I microwaved pizza rolls, a hot dog, and bacon in the same plate with no paper towels. I drank the grease at the end. I'm going to vomit everywhere.
I literally ate my thanksgiving dinner while getting a lapdance. And honestly, after that, there is no other way.
I didn't sleep with her. I'm boycotting arizona and she's from phoenix.
I was informed that last night we held hands while puking on the curb outside the bar.
We just have a real special relationship.
I mean I'm into guys with money but more into guys I'm actually attracted to
yeah i guess i'd rather he was hot than rich
wow i don't know if that qualifies as growing up but if it does i'm all in
Don't be too mad at the guy who broke your kitchen table. Didn't get his name, but he knew all about your gay porn career. Like DETAILS...
I am just saying if Clark Kent walks into your life, you fuck him
well when I said that I would ride his face until he ran out of oxygen, that's when I knew I shouldn't be around beautiful people anymore.
Remind me to tell you all about the topless girl on the street who attempted to taze me.
PS I almost downloaded grindr to see if any guys wanted to buy me chinese food..
I'd climb him like a horny MILF spider monkey.
hotelroom bed is big enough to masturbate in, but small enough to not want to sleep in it after you've masturbated in it
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