how was the sex?
he smelled like pickles and burnt hair.
well, there's that.
I'm like a wolly mammoth down there. what do I tell him?
i feel like our whole relationship was one big acid trip
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
He went around feeding all the high kids pretzels. He's like their god now
making out was so insane. it felt like our tongues were paintbrushes made of waves and we were painting an ocean galazy
This is God's way of telling me He loves me and wants me to be a cocktease.
Go forth my daughter and give blue balls to all who may gaze upon your tits.
If I have to strap one on and give it to you good, you will not die revirginated. That's friendship.
Dude, you spit in your shirt pocket saying "I'm saving it for later" then dove head first into the pyramid of beer cans we set up.
I thanked him for the booty call offer but told him I'd rather just do it myself
Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car
You've lost booty call privileges between the hours of 10pm and 8am.
Lets just say the phase, What a dick, has a whole new meaning at the urinals.
Drunk on wine at my parents house watching "RugRats In Paris". Comeatmeadulthood.
He loves blowjobs.. were meant for each other.
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