Why are you at a bar in Connecticut?
Long story. One that now involves lots of delicious chicken wings om nom nom
I hate it when hot girls behave. It's so anticlimactic
becoming an adult blows. i don't think its possible for me to wake up for anything that doesn't involve kegs and eggs or half naked bums passed out in our yard.
I need to get the stench of sex and broken dreams out of my room
don't think this is any sort of attachment thing but if I'm going to throw up regularly at your house, I'm going to keep a tooth brush there
At least it earned you a couple drinks. And something tells me you've touched grosser things with less incentive.
Without me, you would never be able to say you partied with a midget!
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
No, we talked about it. They're cool with me living here as long as I sleep with them both.
You're a rent hooker.
No, you don't understand. If the words "stop," "alcohol poisoning," and "regret" aren't in the same sentence by the end of the night, I will have failed this birthday.
Now I just sit back and wait to give ass birth to pure evil.
Nobody likes ball hair. Not even gay dudes
Road head absolutely translates. That's the beauty of road head... It's so portable!
There's something empowering about being at dinner and sitting across the table from two men you've blown.
He weighed maybe 130, his dick had to be 30 of it. SO BIIIIG.
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