So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
So is chris hansen cool in person? Or is it just awkward while you wait for the cops?
i wish i could shrink down to the size of his dick so i could just thank it in person.
This just became a night full of adventures...and by adventures I mean hitting people with my car
At some point I'd like to figure out how the weird kid from sociology ended up on my couch naked hugging what appears to be some sort of clothing....seriously it's creeping me out
I'm so in the Halloween spirit, I zombified my all of my nudes on my phone. Tell me this isn't creative.
Sitting in the library studying = googling how to get laid in the library.
Very impressive. My GPA is the same amount of orgasms I can offer tonight (valid only tonight): 3.5
If drawing me a picture of his dick in draw something is flirting then he is doing it wrong.
It's really sad that I'm trying to calculate in my head the type of place to have dinner that's worth anal
I vaguely remember Matt shouting something about "GET ON MY LEVEL!" at the bartender before he attempted to order a case of tequila from him.
According to the red cross, I'm not suppose to do anything strenuous for the next 24 hours. That means you're on top.
All I know is I got on a table at late night and sang gotta go my own way
Yeah. I couldn't figure out why my toes hurt. Apparently, the guy I was dancing with, kept running them over with his wheelchair.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
Randomize
