We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
Your like the Mozart of blow jobs, you make every other girl seem like cheesy elevator music.
I broke stuart's oven and showed up to the party with a squirrel.
I think there's a website warning girls about me based on the 4 who approached me separately tonight and called me evil. Fuckyoudave.com?
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
Hey. I can't work your space dryer so I'm wearing your blanket home. I'll get my clothes later. Fun party!
That's like the cock version of a mortal kombat fatality.
I've decided that it's a bad thing. But I've also decided that I don't give a fuck.
Her parents are celebrating she found someone so well endowed.
Will there be champagne when they see the pay check?
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
Rock bottom: having sex rejected while your boyfriend talks in his sleep as you stuff your face with Girl Scout cookies
Howd it go?
Well we had the "no we're not fucking on the porch" conversation but then we totally fucked on the porch. So I'd say alright.
Lol I'm just saying its too early for your penis, I can accept it but at a more decent hour
Its official, kitchen-couch is my favorite.
You passed out again didn't you?
its likely that this occurred.
Unfortunately the rum ran out midway through our viewing and we had to suffer in silence for the rest of it.
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