When i look at that picture of him, i'm a little proud to be like yeah, his dick was in my mouth saturday no big deal.
Ask politely.
Fine. Can i please come over, hang out with you, sit around a campfire, smoke tree, listen to sublime, and fuck the shit out of you?
Thats good enough.
Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you. And then you show up half naked at my door with a half gal of vodka, and I remember why.
You stole a frozen pizza from the freezer, stuffed it in the back of your shirt then proceeded to leave the party.
he had a dikembe mutombo jersey on, was swatting peoples drinks out of their hand and wagging his finger in their face everytime he did it.
I can't live in this building much longer. People are starting to figure out that it's me making the weird sex noises.
I think that's mostly how we became friends.
Well that, and your desire to put your penis in me.
I am not being the messenger for your booty call.
I spoon fed you cheerios when you were black out drunk. You owe me one.
So lets not base feelings on vagina tingles
I kinda took a step back after our "surprise bottles night"
Nothing $200 worth of strippers and spicy fried chicken couldn't fix.
No matter how many miles separate us, I will always be here to get you through whiskey shots.
I'm sitting on the toilet eating a taco... I feel like a female Elvis.
he's single and there are thong briefs.
I can't talk, I can't walk, I think I'm twitching and I'm not even sure if I'm typing this. Help
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