I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
Totally about to meet up with Ryan in an empty parking lot. Expect to fuck him. Yes I know it's 3am. Slutty? Possibly. Excited? Damn right.
Sorry, but you probably shouldn't come over. I'm too sober for this.
He said that he didn't know what level the sun was on, and then he puked.
Yes he was puking but in the only light of the whole parking lot and he was resting in the patch of clovers and he just was a garden fairy
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
I went to a community college and majored in Bad Decisions. I'm not exactly a chick magnet.
We were going to play manhunt in a strip club, calling it mancunt.
Phil and I agree that the level of sand in your vagina rivals that of many of the earth's largest deserts
He skipped an important family function with his dying father to fuck me. Terrible human, amazing fuck buddy.
I came home braless and wearing a tail....
I found a hot kiwi last time and sucked his dick. That's what rooftop bars are made for.
Only thing exciting about him was his dick.
You made noises. And kept meowing. I have a twenty minute phone call to prove it.
do nipples grow back?
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