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
I did a mental Irish jig when he pulled out the second condom.
you had sex with a 30 year old who doesn't have a cell phone but does have an 8 year old son.
he's 29.
i just remembered the time you guys tried to give me an intervention because i was drunk before 5 on a monday
I am unable to type or say "unprotected, receptive anal sex" with a straight face. clearly, HIV was a poor research paper topic choice.
He came inside me, looked me in the eye and said, "Happy Mother's Day"
Okay wait let me power puke and then we can go dancing
I will not fuck this loser. I will not fuck this loser. I will not fuck this loser.
I would convert to being a Republican and Mormon just to sleep with Romney's sons. The things I would to do them.
If drawing me a picture of his dick in draw something is flirting then he is doing it wrong.
And then he posed under the bed and said, "you should draw me like one of your french girls." Why do they keep giving this kid drugs?
Well that's the second time I've broken a lamp during sex this month. Starting to worry I'm some kind of X-man. (this one was a wall sconce and I fully smashed it with my head and it crumbled like it was made of sugar)
I don't remember... but puking on the bar sounds like me.
Face washed and sleeping pill taken. Here's hoping for a more sex filled tomorrow.
I didn't think you wanted your identity stolen along with your dignity. My mistake.
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