dude they were twins that means they were both only 17
I just realize today that I've dated three guys this year with their own blog. Ugh that's embarrassing.
You love him. Dinosaurs. Math. Sex.
I went to a bar in my pajamas last night. I'll be there again tonight in a wolf costume.
I just did a sobriety test in a tutu.
We are not on the "bring me breakfast" level. He's bringing me penis if I ask for breakfast too I'll just sound greedy
He's afraid of heights. How do I know, you ask? Blowjob on his roof.
I just made cupcakes.... Vodka icing. Results in the morning.
We got to the second bar and all he kept saying was "I'm on an alcohol safari!" Best 21st birthday ever.
In my dream, you became a famous tap-dancer. Congratulations.
I asked him to make me two boxes of macaroni and cheese. That's like eight servings. How did I think that was an okay amount.
She's the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.
Crust to egg proportion prescribes to a pedantic form of quiche. It's like saying breakfast pizza isn't pizza at all.
Dude is PACKING. And yes I am holding up a cross and holy water and hissing like a pissed off goose.
I'm writing to thank you for your never ending commitment to my orgasms and also to apologize if any physical harm was done due to your impressive efforts. Hopefully the sex and post sex pizza made up for it.
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