I'm at his house. He has VELCRO shoes. I'm too desperate to leave...I may need help in thee life dept
i can totally see doctors naming an STD after you
thats the last time i clean cum out of my retainer.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
They're like penises that have been put in a blender.
Everything gets a little fuzzy after the flats of jello shots, but I do have a vague recollection of being at the top of a large human pyramid
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
Last night when you stole the construction sign you told me to tell you that first you did it for the money Than you did it for the music But mostly you did it for your family
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
Some girl just walked passed me, said "fuck yeah!" and is now crawling up the stairs
Weird come down, just saw a woman on the train go to grab something and realised she had terrifying hands. They literally filled me with dread. I don't think I'm ok.
You left me alone with nothing but donuts and my thoughts.
I just jerked off in front of my dog to make him jealous of my thumbs. There are consequences for stealing the last cheeto!
Damn victory sex feels great
Once again, marijuana saves me from going to jail
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