I wanna passion pit in your ass
I have one thing to say: spongebath.
I wish that wasn't all you had to say. And by that, I mean I wish you hadn't said that at all.
The make-up sex just reminded me why we broke up in the first place.
He then proceeded to tell me about his enlarged lymph nodes, his"severe" case of blue balls.
But life isn't just all about getting drunk & eating chicken strips.
The last good decent convo we has was when I was trying to convince you to let me watch you pee.
we found you in the kitchen at five am trying to make a vodka omelette. you said you didn't want to live in a world where your two favourite things couldn't be together.
Dude are you alive? We drank shit that made a german bartender blow chunks.
if the future wants me to fuck him, then i guss i have to
its like i had a thought but i dont know what the words are for it
I'm full of champagne and rage, of course I'm showing up at his house.
Hoping to get a pic of me on the tractor with an erection for you one of these days.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
I'm laughing at the fact that I'm at Target right now buying vitamins and alcohol.
His dick is social distance approved
Social distance approved?
big enough for me to fuck from six feet away
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