I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
What's he like?
The usual. Sarcastic, dark, full of fucked up emotional problems that result in fantastic sexual prowess.
It was a rude awakening when I turned on my phone and the first thing I saw was a picture of David's dick with a face on it, I need to stop drinking in his basement...
This is the high leading the old right now
I need to have some sort of hot sex experience in a mask.
there is vodka in my soul right now. The vapor is coming out my nose.
Hide in the closet. if you hear me yell patato salad come out swinging.
He had a joint rolled for us when he picked me up. It's how ASU does romance
Dude it's huge. I don't usually like looking at those things, but you're kind of forced to stare that horse in the face.
When one of my seniors asked "Rough night?" I realized my poor decisions involving Tuesday night drinking did not go unnoticed.
I plan to get very, very drunk when I get off work.
But doesn't your shift end at like noon?
I don't think you understand.
Rule 1: If any of us dies on a trip, the other two have to 'Weekend at Bernies' the shit outta that corpse...
Thank you, BTW, for defiling my bed. Glad it was done well.
If a guy makes a dick joke within 24 hrs of matching am I just setting myself up for disaster if I say yes to a date lol
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