I had to stop messing around with him for fear of laughing in his face. I swear it was a pinky finger in his pants
While drunk it seemed like a good idea to barricade my roommate in his room with everything that we could move in our apartment, waking up to him screaming from it collapsing on top of him was just an added bonus.
We pulled over so he could pee and the next thing I know he's running down the hill by himself with his pants down
4 girls bringing me taco bell. this is what dreams are made of.
Nothing like buying a handle and a 36 pack with a baby strapped on.
Blood and glitter go together right?
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
There's a girl in the bathroom crying about something having to do with cream cheese.
He's a forty-something balding gay man with no boundaries or sense of social norms. Of course we should befriend him.
No sex in the champagne room. The champagne room being my life
So you're mad that you saw a penis at a swinger's party? That's rational
I could go for watching some naked price is right. Looks like a good time to me.
I mean, drunk me really liked him, maybe sober me will too. Who am I to deny fate?
I may have been bent over an elementary school lunch table a few weeks ago. Don't judge.
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