The highlight of my Saturday night was singing along to the sound of music alone in my room.
I probably should have cut it off when he started putting queso on my nipples, but within ten minutes I was a self-serve burrito bar.
I would call you but I don't feel like these hands belong to me.
We bonded over blowjobs and stories of our childhoods. It was beautiful.
Apparently he's into classy girls that wear sweaters and don't throw up on him when they go out.
She's trying to put on her dog muzzle on her self
For sure shouldn't do homework after beers and joints. Just cited like 3 sentences at the end with (History, 2013)
But in fairness, I would totally have a robo-penis as long as it had full sensation.
If anyone remembers any details of tonight please address concerns to my lawyer. This is a mass text.
The multiple male orgasm is a real thing. I've seen it. I've caused it. I called him a unicorn.
I watch one musical on Netflix, and the "Suggested for you" section is literally almost the entire gay movie category. I feel profiled, and netflixs' accuracy about my sexuality is both impressive and offensive.
Your life has no conflict it's just a blur of sex and Netflix
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
I haven't had a bra on since I quit my job.
Idk, apparently drinking five Four Loko's and trying to fight a mailbox constitutes disorderly conduct.
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