So I've gone into the break room to heat up a styrofoam cup 8 times over the course of 4 hours.. that desperate to see him. Now I have a broken heart AND cancer.
she asked to have her picture taken with every guy we walked by.
Its like a zucchini between his legs. An orgasmic zucchini.
I tried telling the cop that I don't do drugs, and that if he'd just take me home I could prove it by showing him my D.A.R.E. certificate.
I had her number in my wallet, I was sitting on a winning ticket for the blowjob lottery and didn't know
I come back home for break and my room is full of weed either my parents really love me or they are having more fun then I am in college
Hahaahaah I keep finding little notes you left me on my physics notes... "TOO HIGH FOR BIRDS"
Is it just me or does the sex still keep getting better? I wasn't crying, my eyes just watered from how hard I was cumming.
Just follow the currents of life. And if they take me on to a guys dick, so be it.
Just please try not to piss Danny off, I really can't afford to find a new drug dealer again
I just want to bone him one last time before he moves across the country with his new (average looking) girl friend.
It might be the most honest thing I've ever said. ...or I've had 3 vodka tonics.
Don't come back. They don't have pants.
Oh god.
God has nothing to do with this.
Can we be gay Bert and Ernie for Halloween?
Like he legitimately was standing straight up, feet on the roof, not holding on to a moving car.
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