The whole way homeyou were flapping your arms up and down, and when I asked why you said you were trying to tell Tony Danza about the angels.
yeah. and then it was like the room of requirement. the elevator just opened for our threesome.
I'm like a warm blanket that has sex with you
i just sold back the books i vomitted on
These hangoverless Sunday mornings are becoming too regular.
It'll be like a meth lab. But with jello.
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
It was ths the worst 15 minutes of my life. . . It was like fucking a warm stick of butter.
Damn it. Can't order pizza. Can't do the hot tub. No one to invite over for loud, kinky sex. What's the point of being here alone?!
Having sex with him is like eating mayo. Don't think about it, just do it. It's worth it.
Please don't think I'm weird for texting you this at 12:08 am but I just found another picture on the Internet where I think you can see his dick through whatever he's wearing
Congrats! Its a fuck boy!
They sent him a photo of me smoking a bong whilst wearing the dinosaur head. I think that's the last we hear of his nonsmoking fitness freak ass 🤷🏼♀️
There might be a dead possum in your bed, your roomate is extremely distressed!
Omg I should get on tinder just to get some edibles in town
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