I do no wrong. I am always right. Right? I forget why I am sending this. It seemed relevant.
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
normally i wouldnt have blown him but he was on dawsons creek.. i love dawsons creek.
I dont even remember coming home... All my stuff is strewn randomly around my apartment... And I woke up at 5 sitting propped up in my bed with just my arm in a shirt
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
I've made a list of places I want to have sex this summer. #1: Reptile House at the zoo.
I told him he deserved someone better...then I told him he looked very fuck-able wearing nothing but sweat pants. We'll break up in the morning.
okay the fridge is completely filled only with alcohol. Not even exaggerating. There is no food.
Sometimes I wonder if we're going to make it to 40.
Well watching will be involved...it'll just most likely be of me licking your penis instead of me trying to understand how Hans Solo goes up against the Galactic Empire...
i just googled coccaine effects on sexual performance..maybe im dating the wrong guy
I jammed my finger giving him a hand job. Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure that out.
I've never had to kick an employee out of bed to go to work before.
Sooooooo, can scratch getting a pelvic exam by a man dressed as Woody from Toy Story off my list.
You need to write an essay about this experience.
He was even wearing the hat.
he'll eat me out, but god forbid we double dip when sharing salsa
It was sweet, he carried me out of my bathroom after I passed out, built me a pillow fort so I wouldn't roll out of bed, set a glass of water on the table, and brought me a mixing bowl to puke in. Totally a sign we're more than just fuckbuddies.
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