I'm going to go hang out on a giant wooden pirate ship for 5 days.
2 am we went back to his house. his mom handed us beers and cooked us pancakes. the next morning his dad had washed my car. i lied. living at home after college definitely does not suck.
Exactly. wat kind of friend would i be if i even pretended to give a shit about ur problems
and then the other night his penis tricked us both into sex
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
She cut off the top of a watermelon and is now eating it with a spoon. She's more than half done.
He won't stop licking me..... im choosing your date next time.
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
How big of a disservice to the economy would we be doing if we didn't drink every day holiday break?
Go big or go home. Or get a live in house boy you met 7 years ago and feel like you have unfullfilled potential. You know, the usual
after you left he started opening his bottles by smashing the neck against the edge of the fireplace and pouring beer into his mouth. it was about the manliest thing ive ever seen. its probably how lumberjacks open their beers... if they didnt have their axes handy.
when i got home she was standing in my front yard not wearing a shirt and halfway crying/ halfway laughing
And my coffee table looks like something out of Scarface
I masterbated to the rocky theme song. I'm pretty sure that just beat any sex experience I've ever had.
I have to masturbate tonight while watching every Paul Walker movie ever made. It's what he would have wanted. RIP Paul.
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