Like all of my pajamas are shirts of guys I shacked with in college
you kept running across the street. everytime you made it across successfully you took something off. can't believe there were no cops around...
oh thats it?
Spotted: forty year old in red dress, cigarette in hand, squatting to pee by railroad tracks. Hello future.
My brother brings gifts into my room to wrap them. It's a pizza cutter and a box of condoms..
My balls had bee stings let's just leave it at that.
I feel like tequila heightens the sense of my nipples.
Well. I went to a frat party where they mixed gin and Mountain Dew. My kingdom for some olives and vermouth.
He held the kayak still so I wouldn't tip over while projectile vomiting. If that ain't true love, I don't know what is...
He left his cock-ring in my truck.
Consider it a gay sex souvenir.
Just follow the currents of life. And if they take me on to a guys dick, so be it.
So like, boobs.
are you really going to start every conversation like that?
yeah that bottle of rum is only the second thing I want that kid to be pulling out of his pants
Everyone says she blew me in the bathroom, so I believe it, I just don't REMEMBER.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
I just realized I have a habit of pre gaming for therapy visits. Problem?
We'll discuss it when you get here
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