and hes going back to rehab like me, so we have common interests
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
Also I think I'm starting to get calluses on my hands from my level of sexual activity
But you've got to admit , for how blackout I was I look fucking unreal in those pictures
I think I just snorted head and shoulders by mistake.
This is Jewish guilt versus Irish Catholic guilt. We should tread carefully, or we could fuck up the space-time continuum or something.
I'm okay with that.
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
Well, if it makes you feel any better I'll be drinking tequila and doing lines on Halloween. Just like old days.
I just realized my hands still smell like your cock. Which is awesome, but I wonder if the clerk at the store appreciated it.
I feel bad. I'm the reason hand sanitizer exists.
Taking body shots off hot Camren. Get here now.
you said "it's karaoke night" and tried to use my dick as a microphone
His boxer smelled like clean laundry while I was giving him head. It was delightful, like sucking a dick in a spring meadow.
does anyone know where bryan is?
last i saw he was naked, and crying in the bathroom because there was no more booze.
I left my red butterfly dildo laying on my bedroom floor this morning....my landlord is currently showing the house to people. Fuck can't ever face him again.
well true... there's not a real discreet way to masturbate in public
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