So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
Hard to imagine a reason apart from blow jobs that I'm awake at 530 am.
This is getting ridiculous. See/touch her boobs=good day. Not see/not touch her boobs=bad day. I am legitimately depressed over the lack of tits in my hands right now.
Are you really this nice or are you just trying to get in my pants?
Both?
Hey since its national brother week is that eiffel tower option with your girlfriend still on the table?
P.S. I just watched The Muppets. I feel like I just got a sadness enema.
I really just want to stuff him in my purse, take him home, feed him pudding or applesauce and brush his hair. That's not creepy, right?
Why is it so hot and why are these the only pants in my life.
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
Your "whiskey dick" is glorious but also terrifying
he had DANDRUFF in his PUBES. 0/10 would not blow again.
hotelroom bed is big enough to masturbate in, but small enough to not want to sleep in it after you've masturbated in it
How did I get home last night?
We put your keys on a lanyard that asked anyone that found you to bring you home. A nice man in a cape, green shorts and a mesh shirt dropped you off this morning.
Oh. Yeah. Riiiggghhht
when you come over can you bring tequila and my birth control? Thanks girl!
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