I have to decide between the hot young blond with no apparent gag reflex, and the brunette with a great ass and a trust fund.
you're letting him buy you a plane ticket...to kentucky...so you can fuck him?
i know. i'm only adding to the interstate sex trade problem.
we were bear claw grabbing his crotch in the middle of the bar yelling prominent ridge over and over.
The last good decent convo we has was when I was trying to convince you to let me watch you pee.
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
if by "adventure" you actually mean "getting ridiculously high and shaving our legs," then yes.
So is there some kind of punch card you and I get to use every time we fuck a chick with a cast?
Looking forward to meeting the person naked and passed out at my kitchen table.
I made my own utility belt like Batman. It has a cup holder for my beer, cell phone holder, a little pocket for condoms, and a sewing kit just in case.
Ah that wonderful moment when you realise the bookmark you were using in a book you lent your mum is actually a receipt from a strip club
I still have a little drunk in my system
One of the finest moments in my life was when I was puking in between my legs as I was shitting, and thought to myself "hmm this shall be called shomiting."
She said "Im going to hug you" tried to give me a hickey then said her life sucks and started to cry.
i don't want him to see me in a bathing suit.
hasn't he seen you naked?
well yeah, but it's different in a bathing suit.
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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