He like poked it twice with the tip of his tongue then left it alone. I'm sad.
All I seem to do lately is get myself off, take naked pictures and drink beer. I don't know if thats a good or bad thing.
In hindsight maybe we should have moved his homework instead of playing quarters on top of it.
I just spent the past twenty minutes checking out a girl who turned out to be a mannequin. I need AA.
So, I just sold my textbook to have money for Plan B.
This is worse that I thought. He's playing violin for me.
Had sex and ran 2.8 miles all before 7:30am. This is going to be a very productive Monday.
Right but I don't wanna waste the whole weekend not having sex when we could be having sex
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
These past few weeks have been a lesson on why you don't put your penis inside girls who live in your building.
I may have just tried to argue quantum entanglement as the reason I was still in her bed.
I am going to go back to drinking and listneing to Hanson now. Maybe crying. Or perhaps Full House reruns
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
Dude, I'm sorry if you saw me getting head in my truck last night. My bad.
Ben Franklin would totally be a furry.
You're smoking weed and checking Tumblr I take it?
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