So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
you guys are cousins why the FUCK are your pants off
My psychiatrist is "consulting" others. I am high-achieving nuts.
I fukin lobve the states. Girls here let me fuck them because they like my accent. I may not go back
Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
She is feeding us popcorn out of her bra
Dear room mates I tried to shotgun pam in the kitchen. It is slippery. Please be careful. That is all. Love you.
New development. Drinking at work is so easy and awesome I might have to do it everyday.
Woke up with his dick on the side of my face, it's like he passed out mid-mushroom stamp.
Just ignore his excessive use of exclamation points and be happy this one is of age.
You fucker.
.As long as you're some how patriotic with your sexual escapades, I can support it.
I'm going to teach Troy such valuable life lessons. Yesterday I told him to stay away from girls who drink redbull and vodkas.
I CAN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF THE ANIMES.
I've had way too many dicks in my mouth the past two weeks. Ready to go back to school and be a doctor now
About that photo of the cake you just sent. You do realize it’s on a glass table, right? We can all see your reflection in it, and you’re very obviously naked.
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