hey what are you doing
hooking up with some marlborough girl. shes gorgeous!
i texted you because i like you, and i told my freinds you were my fiance. but sine we're not dating you're not cheating and i'm pathetic
You were mumbling a lot and offered me 20 dollars to leave you alone
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
Oh. And what's the twitter protocol for following the guy you blew behind a shed?
planned ethnic drinking holidays while bored at work thru next may. I don't suppose you have any scots or russian in you?
I'm trying on my bridesmaid dress so that I can determine what will need to be done to achieve getting fucked while wearing it.
He's coming over for beer and a movie, but I just don't know if he's interested.
Pathetic and sad. I should come over there and fuck both of you just to get the ball rolling.
I'm venturing to your corner of this sin house in t minus 2 minutes.
I love our relationship. We just get drunk, show each other our tits, demonstrate sexual positions and make pasta. Then you go to bed and I sit around with your mom and cry about how proud of you we are.
The guy whose porn password I use finally renewed his membership. Lazy fucker had been slacking all summer.
Just keep your throat open and beer will always find its way in.
I don't know how a coffee date turned into road head. But hey
I walked into your room and you were wearing party beads, a foam finger, and reading the dictionary. Good night?
Did you really kidnap my goldfish last night?
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