his mom found me in the closet hiding and the only thing i could think of was to sit there and wave.
I have now hooked up with 8 of the Apostles. I have no idea where I'm going to find a guy named Bartholomew.
Well after last night it's official...I cannot die...it time to use this power for good instead of handle contests
he came within less than a minute of me blowing him. this was our second night hanging out in a row. for an almost 30 year old italian man, he is NOT living up to his country's reputation
Nyquil jello-shots aiding in health and happiness
stuck in traffic next to occupy boston. smells like patchouli and unshaven pubes
Just saw a guy walking down the street carrying a giant inflatable penis
Just arrived at our party
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
I like to think of you as more a magic eight ball of my life's journey?
I think the exact words were 'I'd lett him to the weirdest shit to me'
How about we just fuck in random places all around campus, and skip the boring relationship part?
Nothing makes the walk of shame as great as disapproval from a mom getting ready for work
Every time our eyes meet, I silently summon him to my vagina.
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
Pretty sure I was naked for most of the night.....success
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