This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
AIM automatically accepts video chats on my laptop. I found this out when I got a text from Jacob after my first attempt at drunk lesbian sex saying, "I'd give it a 7. You need to work on your positioning." I think I'm single now.
I just puked in an auto zone parking lot. I'm never eating peanut butter and red wine for dinner again.
I've blown a few things in my day
oh fat girl friday strikes again...
i knew she was desperate at the point in which she started showing me her naked pics on her phone
the world took limewire and four lokos away from me in one week....hello depression
she blew me in the men's room in the restaurant. it was a french bistro, so it was okay
I have acquired 14 pictures of hard dicks tonight... I was on a mission. Don't even pretend you aren't proud.
i know it happened because it happened right beside me, and at one point on top of me.
This day took a left turn at "This is your going away party, I got a bunch of blow."
So do I get to ride the beginning of the November stache or what?
I was just drinking but now I'm drinking and chasing with red bull. I call this "getting ready for work"
sober me thinks like you do. drunk me needs sober me's advice. am i allowed to go to his house?
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
Randomize
