I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
i told him that if he starts being sappy its friends = off. he called me jerkface and drew on me w permanent marker. im either in love w him or we are twelve.
I really think my ability to vom without making noise mmight be my most useful talent
like what am i supposed to say "im thinking of how bad that sex was"?
so he must've not known that your lastname is Came because everytime someone would say your name he would scream "NO SHE DIDNT" to the whole party. He must've not been too good then either.
He warned me he may piss the bed. I'm oddly okay with this.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
I needed that adderall to break my tradition of passing out at the bar on Sundays
This is how baked we were last night. Our drinking game: We stare at each other; first one to laugh drinks.
Just beer bonged tequila, broke into the hotel next door and got chased by security. It's spring break
I wouldn't call that a crush. It was more of a minor brain aneurism.
Yes dating, but it seems easier to just live in a perpetual state of Netflix, internet porn, and cheese.
We banged in my car doggy style with my head out the window. The sky was marvelous and I saw a shooting star. Its destiny; we're meant to fuck forever.
I really just gave up on masterbating because I'm too tired. I really am getting old.
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