Pish posh, there's never a bad time to eat food off my body.
If you're ever in Seattle we should Fuck. Or get coffee, whatever.
he held my hand while i was giving him head. freud's gotta be turning over in his grave
I was hoping we just happened to wake up naked and I hadn't fucked him.... no such luck.
Clothes are such an inconvenience.
We fucked on top of all of our English papers in celebration of the semester ending.
I don't like finding out that my fuck buddy is a good person.
Well then. It seems like we have a Mexican standoff of genitals
Last thing I remember is beer bonging sangria. Dear God.
I came back to consciousness and found myself sitting in a beanbag chair petting a 2 month old husky with one hand and eating an oreo Klondike bar with the other. This almost makes me forgive blackout lisa for making out with that chubbs at the xmas party
This is gonna be a long day for my vagina and I
I smell like a skunk, but I'm okay with that.
Apparently i disappeared and no one found me until the morning , but i have fifty missed calls
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
Arrived home from picking Mom and Nana up at the airport to find Marc buck ass nude beneath the Christmas tree. Nana says she always knew I was queer.
Randomize
