Fyi: he's overweight and balding. My biological clock is ticking so loud I can't hear the TV.
God is so good, I would give him a blow job right now.
He kept starring at my ass and repeating "Its Just a beautiful piece of artwork."
He corrected me on my grammar when I came. Fuck English majors.
Worst hangover of my career vs the return of the blue balls. Will keep updated
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
There was a bottle of vodka and chips in a vase next to the bed
Sorry I never got back to you, I ended up at a party with pot ice cream, pot apple cider, and hash vegetable oil.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
No one ever gets any after sleeping with her. She is like the broken mirror of hookups, enjoy 7 years of blue ball. Don't say I didn't warn you
Needs to be more caveman. "Me kill roommate. You watch. Then sex time with our genitals."
Wesley I'm sober and my body hurts. There wasn't much trust in any of those falls.
Do exhausted, barely concealed hand jobs count as joining the mile high club?
yea, she was legit pissed that her rasberry vodka ice cubes never actually froze. but we couldnt convince her otherwise.
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