i permit you to call me
you didnt say anything until i brought it up today. i guess i misjudged your maturity.
I guess I misjudged your gender.
I just remembered before I gave him head I couldn't find a hair tie and he offered to hold my hair up. Maybe we were wrong.. Maybe he does have a heart.
You were doing downward dog and puking off my deck at the same time.
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
Some chick just tried to plug her vodka into the wall.
I feel the need to clarify that I did not show her my vagina.
Just fucked in a kitchen. I never want my penis that close to knives, stoves, or blenders ever again.
I would feel bad that's he's locked out naked, but the world should really see that.
Question. Was fucking Laura an entirely regrettable decision?
like...quickly.
somebody should make me the poster child for not drinking everclear..
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
Facebook just reminded me of the time I found two IHop cheese sticks in my hand bag. Those were the days.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
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