it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
There was a pool of blood on my desk and we still don't know who it belongs to. missed a good party, man.
just found out my horoscope sign is scales. it's like i was destined to be a drug dealer
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
If it snows I'm just gonna sit at my house in my costume and drink beer by myself all night.
HE IS COURTING ME WITH CHINESE FOOD AND IT IS WORKING.
Just pull your dick out and wink at her, its a game changing play
What's the right thing to say when he sends me a picture of his penis ?
We fucked so hard that when I orgasmed I tore his towel rack off the wall. He was more impressed than mad.
He's so urbane and sleek; so aesthetically chiseled, having endless features to offer me whenever I desire.
Are you fucking a guy or a condo building?
Oh my god. That was the best half-hour of my life that didn't involve genitals.
I just had to explain to an 70+ year old lady what 'coitus' was. This was not in my job description.
Then James put his arms through the window and grabbed him, like he was Robocop. A nerdy, portly Robocop.
Who is this?
I don't feel like that was meant as a compliment, but really still feels like one
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
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