so we told my parents we were going trick or treating. got high as shit at some playground. and then bought our own candy so we looked legit when we got home.
i'd date him for the sole reason that he thanks me after giving him head
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
There's never a time that i stay at this apartment that when i wake up in the morning and sit outside to smoke a cigarette that i don't feel ashamed of myself.
hes either a crazy bad problem or a crazy good orgasm. I just can't decide which one.
he said he wished i had balls so he could kick me in them. then we had sex obviously
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
Dude, he's legal now. You could not pry me from his dick with the jaws of life.
All I want to do is shower, but there is a keg in there.
I'm now using my vagina for good, not evil. Trying to restore balance to the force.
dude you know how i got totally hammered and lost my phone at some frat when i came to visit you two months ago? yeah well someone mailed it back to me in minnesota.. with a picture of a cock as the screen savor
I slept like a rock because of your dick. I'll thank him personally later.
Sorry, I didn't know he was with you. The ongoing collapse of Trump has me horny as hell.
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