Just threw up at the table during our Father's Day dinner. And I managed to get quite a bit on dad, so that was nice.
It was a rude awakening when I turned on my phone and the first thing I saw was a picture of David's dick with a face on it, I need to stop drinking in his basement...
I don't know how many crown and cokes he went through but I know it was more that I have fingers. We are never leaving Texas.
It was the third Sunday in a row that I woke up in his bathtub. So no our sex life isn't that great anymore.
I'm gonna go out in a limb and say living out middle school fantasies is never a good idea
will barter weed for kareoke machine...
I mass texted 4 of you for a booty call. Please reply all when responding so only one of you shows up. Last one is a rotten egg.
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
An hour is enough time for me to get drunk and win a dry hump marathon so I hope you have somewhat similar or better goals
I'm reliable. I always make it home. I always throw up in the street too.
It's a beautiful day to be high as fuck
My only contacts are booty calls or the club hockey team.
It was terrible. I am sore from head to toe, neither of us got off, and we were at it for an hour and a half, I faked having a heart episode so we could stop. It worked.
She said she didn't care that I was gay and wants to ride the fucking rainbow
I think I may have gotten way too used to using my boobs as an extra hand/pocket...almost stabbed myself in the chin bc I forgot I put my fork there
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