No awkward lesbian experiences without me
This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I think he may have overheard our "how much coke would you fuck me for" conversation last night...
We are possibly on our way, unless we see the limo full of strippers.
She just gave me a free latte.
Correction. She just have you a frothy, creamy path to that vagina.
You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
You slammed your forties down on the table and yelled "I AM EDWARD FORTYHANDS" then mumbled something about repping Idaho like a champ and laid down on the couch.
She was about to leave with you until you started singing "You Hoes Ain't Loyal" in her face
He started talking about getting a puppy together. So of course I went down on him later
There's literally not a single picture of him with a shirt on. I can't talk to him without dislocating my eye balls.
so like
i may have gotten a little bit of blood in the charging port of my phone
My prof handed me back my essay on Lesbians in literature, gave me an A and then we had sex in her office. Told you she was gay.
What. The. Fuck.
You'll have to be more specific. I do a lot of "what the fuck" kind of stuff
Lets just say the phase, What a dick, has a whole new meaning at the urinals.
don't think less of me for this, but i'm pretty sure he did a line off my boob last night.
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